Greetings, everyone, and thanks for reading! I didn't take a whole lot of pictures this time around, because I was busy, so it's going to be more words than pictures. I would like to take this opportunity to say that SOME SWEET DAY, I will have my little house in the Texas Hill Country. If anybody has a shed on their ranch that I can move into, I'll do that, too. As you can probably guess, I had a fabulous time in Wimberley at the Wimberley Arts Fest.
First of all, the weather was absolutely gorgeous, and a welcome change from the adventures at the McKinney Arts in Bloom Festival. I took I-35 down to Wimberley because I was in a hurry. Setup started at 10am on Friday down in Wimberley, and I left at 10am from Carrollton. I'll let you do the math. Anyway, I made it through the usual nonsense of traffic, stopping at Slovacek's in West for a klobatch... koblaczn...MEAT KOLACHE. It was delicious, even if it felt like I was committing sacrilege for not stopping at Czech Stop. (For those of you not familiar with this particular level of sacrilege, it was tradition for University of North Texas music students making the pilgrimage to San Antonio to stop at Czech Stop, because a: that's all there was along I-35 in West nineteen years ago, and b: kolaches are delicious!)
I went ahead and checked in, then went to set up my tent. The Waters Point venue had the feel of an old fashioned circus encampment. It was beautiful, and sunny, and there was no wind. I was also excited that I was right next door to someone I knew, so I figured if nothing else, at least I'd have someone to harass. I also saw more familiar faces from previous shows, which was exciting, and I managed to find the artists hospitality room on the second try, which for me is a record. I got everything set up and situated for the night, then headed up to Dripping Springs to stay with the hostess with the mostest, Mara! There I got to meet another lodger and fellow artist at the Wimberley Arts Fest, Christine, who had been staying with her in between shows. She travels all over creation for her shows. It's really quite impressive. We all had a great time talking at night, and I really feel privileged to have been able to stay there with them. Below are some pictures of my setup, plus some flowering trees in Mara's front yard (wish I would have been fast enough to take pictures of the GINORMOUS jack rabbits!):
Wimberley Arts Fest was very well attended, and my new pearl collection was a big hit! I did learn that people have a thing for matching pearls, so I decided to make some all-white and all-black necklaces for the next show when I got back to Dallas. I also decided to throw in some turquoise because OF COURSE I DID! (If you want to see what I have so far in the *ahem* Pearls of Wisdom Collection, go to my SHOP tab and click on Pearls of Wisdom.) On Saturday night, there was an artists' meet-and-greet with some good Hill Country barbecue, good music, and new friends. We all sat around talking shop and exchanging ideas, and I got to spend time with my show buddies Lacy, Travis, and Bob. As I sat there watching the moon rise, and the gentle breeze from off the river was blowing. and everyone trading show stories and advice, I felt very fortunate to be a part of such a great community of artists!
It was hard to leave the Hill Country behind, but I had to get back and bust out some more pearl jewelry, and prepare for my next show the following weekend, which was the Highland Village Festival of the Arts. That was an educational show, and the pearl jewelry had moderate success. I do think it solidified my opinion that my jewelry will fare better in places like Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico, and other enclaves of art jewelry enthusiasts such as Ann Arbor and Boca Raton. What this means is that I really need to have some epic-level jewelry for my applications, so this summer is going to be busy in the design department. I've already applied for a few shows for the fall, and I'm getting geared up for more applications. I had some commissioned projects to complete, and now that summer is here, there seems to be an invasion of clarinet repair hovering on the horizon. Gotta pay for my turquoise habit somehow!
I will leave you with some gratuitous Tosca pictures, because she's just so delightfully judgmental.