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Thursday, July 29, 2004

 

Sculpture sold

I apparently sold a sculpture. For those of you who didn't know, I have a friend that works at a Barrington gallery, Gallery 219. She asked me to bring in some work to show the owner, so of course I slacked until the final moments and finally brought stuff in. The owner  loved the pieces and now I've  had some work up for a month or so. Well, I guess one of the pieces sold the other day, lucky me.

In October there will be a sculpture show at said gallery that I am going to be taking part in. This means I am going to have to get my ass in gear and make a few more big sculptural things. I think I have some good wood to make some stuff with, but I am always looking for interesting wood, meaning not junk.





Monday, July 26, 2004

 

Me head don't work all that well.

So, it's been a bad month. I have neglected to write some stuff because things keep happening, things that I will write in the future but only after I have some time to think. The main thing I would like to write about would be my grandfather, George A. Scheuer, who passed away earlier this month at the age of 99. I will eventually write something about the amazing life he led, including the part about being one of, or the first, civilian to fly as a passenger in a jet propelled aircraft in 1948.

Anyway, it seems that I forgot about the renegade craft fair this year, it slipped my mind until it was to late to apply. To bad for me, I hope everyone involved does well, I'm sure I will go to it and buy tons of stuff. My lapse in timeliness in regards to that show made me get on the ball for this years diy trunkshow and the art vs craft show in Milwaukee. Signed up, got excepted and everything, it's just that the shows are in November, longish way away.

I've been working on some new cards for this year, different stuff, funnier stuff I hope. I think I'll have a ton of new junk for the trunkshow, including some block prints and photographs. So I hope to see everyone at one of these two shows, I know I will do my part in advertising the hell out of them. Oh yeah, I will have the catalogue available at both shows, but if you can't wait, send me an e-mail and I'll get you one as soon as they are back form the printer.




Sunday, July 18, 2004

 

Fran

I went to one of the bars I frequent,  Delilah's,  to say hi to a few of the people I regard as friends. I was looking around for a while and noticed the absence of someone, then I noticed a poster regarding her, the alarms started going off in my head. I asked Chris if something happened to Fran and he said she died about three weeks ago in a hit and run. For the rest of the night I was in a state of semi shock.

I tried to remember when it was that I last saw her, and I realized it was the night before she was hit. I remember saying goodbye to Fran, I remember her smiling as she always did, and then I left. I would always make the effort to say goodbye.

Goodbye  Francesca Opre.