An organization day before I need to leave Carmel, but I do manage to get after two paintings. I take off early to the Mission in order to catch the early morning glow (I shall post photos in a day or so). Two painters already are there ahead of me. I say hello to one near me, the other is in the courtyard, and turns out she is Delia Bradford, who, of course, participated in the Festival this weekend. She is a terrific painter and today is using acrylics for fast-dry and a large-scale 36 x 48” canvas-wrap support. She hints that sales of art were not necessarily brisk this weekend. I had heard from someone else that, indeed, the art market in the region has of late busted somewhat and several Carmel galleries have been shuttered in the past year and a half.
She and I discuss briefly some business aspects, purchase prices and sizes of artwork and canvases preferred. I rarely discuss financial issues with other artists, but it is refreshing to connect on a level of business, makes me feel less like I am creating work in a void. I joke to her that I will use the Oscar Wilde quote for today’s blog entry.
I return to camp and begin going through each and every box (“so that’s where that is, ah ha, look I have two of these, ah, and three of those”), and try to more economically pack each container. I return the canopy to the sporting goods as (1) it binds, I had problems setting it up by myself, needed an extra hand, and (2) no way will it fit atop the luggage rack. I buy a battery-operated lantern to replace the propane lantern that has shattered its glass for the second time – it will be returned to Amazon, for the second and last time, though Amazon has been very good to me thus far. Remember, economy of resources.
I have time enough to go back after the 20 x 16” at the Organic Farm. I go back in and re-define shapes and values and return some structure to the mountain shapes; I am liking the harmony. Two hours’ labor and it gets signed. Done and done. I place a bet with myself that this may sell before trip's end, but it isn't much because... well, I haven't any money, ha.
Have a nice conversation with the fellow and his wife camping next to me these past two days. He is a photographer and shares with me some samples of his work, which is impressive. Around 10pm I begin to freak out a bit, panicking that if I wait till morning to pack the car, I might make too much of a disturbance, so I quietly set to work then, for an hour and a half or so. Long day tomorrow, lots of driving, gots to get some sleep.