Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Wednesday, September 03, 2014
The artist speaks. Now listen!
The lioness went to Art for Life today, an annual silent auction to benefit Face to Face, our local AIDS hospice. Our county was particularly hard hit in the epidemic. Now, this is a worthy cause, indeed, plus it puts the artist's work in the way of folks who buy art, albeit cheaply, at this particular venue. I like to exercise my mind with critiquing the fashion statements. Money certainly can't buy taste, that's for sure. But I digress. Now, if I were this organization, who depend upon the local art community for the very fuel for their fire, I would be really nice to the artists. That means fawning a little, and certainly oohing and ahing over their piece, whatever it might be, even if it is crap. Mine is not, as you can see. Well, I think it's not. Really, folks, artists have pissy little egos that need constant tidbits to keep going. Feed them!