Art Prints

Friday, June 26, 2009

The Gala

Sorry I didn't get back to you yesterday, but I was just plain pooped! I mean dead on my poor little feet. We were on our feet most of 3 1/2 hours, and on a cement floor. I'm really glad I wore comfortable shoes. I'm not sure I even woke up yesterday!

By the way, the picture is of a sculpture that was purchased by the 2008 Purchase Committee for the Stampede Art Show. Title, "Battle of Wills" by Jeff Gottfried. A wonderful piece of art work. This year the Committee Purchase went to Cathy Sheeter, for her "Robing Horse." It is a magnificent scratch board piece.

Beginning to sense that I didn't sell either of my pieces? Well, you are right on. No sales. But lots of appreciation.

At 6 p.m. the invited guests and buyers start arriving, and if they have a painting they want to buy they put "Intent to buy" slips in a numbered bag located by each painting. Should that one painting collect several Intent to buy slips, then the opportunity to buy that piece is chosen by a drawing between the slips. Kind of a neat and fun system. There were no slips in my bag, darn the luck. But this was the first year for me at the Stampede Art Show, so if I am invited back again next year, I'll know better what to expect.

There were 37 artists this year, and they all showed between two and six pieces of art. Some really wonderful stuff, with a wide range of prices.

After the first round of buying, the Stampede Committee served a wonderful meal. Swift and Company donated the meat, and the prime rib was to die for! There was also pork, and all the accessories you could think of, right down to the strawberries dipped in chocolate. The evening wound down at about 8:30 p.m., and I got home at about 9:00.

My gallery is The Thunderbird Gallery and of the three of us from the gallery showing, there were five or six sales. The other two artists are Becky Johnson, and Julie Kramer-Cole. Julie also won the Artist's Choice Award. So in all, we did good.

I'll see you next time, God willin' and the creek don't rise. (A real possibility around here!)