Alright, so, if you don't know, nearly all art shows are juried. This means that an artist submits an application with images of their work, info about their process, and a small(ish) fee. The organizers keep this fee regardless of acceptance into the show. A person will be informed if they are in, waitlisted, or rejected. For this show, I was put on the waitlist, as I was last year. In 2013, however, I was called the Friday before the show began (so, three days before the show began) off the "limbo list" and asked to participate. Luckily, I was plugging away all winter with the hopes that this would happen. Some people are called months before the show, some right at the end.
This year, I wasn't called on Friday...or Saturday...or Sunday. This made me very sad. I decided to just pack my truck (because I have a new camper shell!) and go down to OKC the day of set up and wait for artists to drop out. Normally, I am highly risk-averse and would never do this kind of thing. But a fellow artist friend of mine encouraged me, as did my lovely husband, and I bit the bullet and drove five-and-a-half hours south on I-35. I arrived at the festival grounds around 3:30, checked in with the volunteers who were coordinating to let them know I was there and ready to go, and had myself a margarita down the block. As usual, Oklahoma weather is unpredictable, and as I was going back to the truck to plug the meter, a shower popped up.
|Lovely view of Reno Ave. during a deluge|
After the shower stopped, I walked back to the festival to sit in the group of stand-bys. That's when I got the call. I was in! I had mixed emotions at this point, and the margarita didn't help. It was 7 p.m. The show officially opened at 7: 30 a.m. the next day. I threw my stuff up on the walls, tried to get my space in decent shape, and headed to my hotel (I was staying with my encouraging friend) by 10 p.m.
On with the show!
|Bright and early Tuesday morning, I managed to get my clocks up and organized.|
|I had been working on new sizes for the season between small and large|
(let's call them medium, okay?) and seeing them all together the first time was pretty cool.
|My old (new) friend, The Devon Tower, keeping watch over the show.|
|Last minute large clock I made before heading down, this is 24" x 24".|
Many people loved it, but no one adopted this one. I'll make some
smaller versions for future shows.
|Holly Sue Foss, serigraphy artist and one of the happiest women I've never met.|
|Darren Olson, photographer, ice cream enthusiast (like me!) and stand up guy.|
|Steve Palmer, glass artist with a great tolerance for my late-in-show salty language and|
|That's me on Day 6 of the show. You can see my superior engineering skills in|
rigging a way to keep my work from flying off the wall during the extensive
wind happenings. "Where the wind comes sweeping down the plain," FOR REALZ.
This festival pulled me not only because it is generally a good business opportunity, but also because I have made real friends surrounding the event, including volunteers, artists, and buyers. I had a great time and hopefully will get in again next year, just a little sooner!
I get to head back down to Oklahoma for Tulsa International Mayfest, May 15-18. This is my first year in the show and first time ever in Tulsa, so it will be fun to see the difference a few miles makes between crowds.
In the meantime, I'll be trying to fluff my Etsy shop and update my website, along with making work and doing all the things a normal human does. I'm a lucky gal.