As usual, the Art Show occupied a lot of my convention time. I helped with general set up on Thursday evening, then spent hours getting my own work set up and checked in on Friday morning. (I stayed around for a while on Thursday evening and visited, but didn’t stay terribly late because of needing to be up at a reasonable hour to do the art check-in on Friday.)
Check-in went smoothly enough. I brought in some extra pieces to help fill out my panels. Filling out the paperwork is not my favorite part of doing art shows, but I got through it. I saved myself a little work by dropping my last name after filling out the first half dozen bid sheets. For lunch I ended up at Burger King and ran into davidwilford there so we sat down together. We had an enjoyable conversation that anticipated the ‘Revenge as a Motivation’ panel and ranged to the Little House books.
On Friday evening, after Opening Ceremonies, there was an Artist’s Walk-through at the Art Show. Fastner and Larson were there to talk about their work, and so many people showed up that we divided into two groups. I went with Erin and bonz_lizard and a handful of others to start at the opposite end of the room. We looked at each artist’s work. Erin knew most of the artists who weren’t present and could say something about their working methods; I pointed out some of the strengths that struck me in their work. When the artist was present we got to hear some details about their work from them. I was especially taken by some carvings done in antler and bone by a lovely woman whose name is escaping me just now (I later bid on a broach carved with a hummingbird design.)
Afterward I realized that I could have said more about the actual techniques I use for my work. I talked a little about how each of the bookmarks-run-amok expresses a mood or theme, but I didn’t speak to the mechanics of how each end is finished front and back, and the different approaches I use in the beading, and how much I love working with the beautiful stones to make each one a mini dragon’s-hoard.
I didn’t say a lot about my drawings, either. I tend to think they speak for themselves, but other artists were saying a lot about the history of their pieces and I didn’t think to say much beside how I was trying to combine elements of realism with abstract-expressionism. I’ll have to give more thought to what I can say about some of the individual pieces. Maybe I’ll practice that in my LJ journal at some point and ask for feedback.
Friday evening I also helped Richard with the reading from the Knights of the Dinner Table, and I brought some of my home-made hamburger casserole (with Lorraine cheese topping) for the Nanny Ogg Potluck. I talked to the hotel manager to help assure that there’d be a microwave so it could be served hot. (I never did get my bowl back.)
I caught markiv1111 and Louie’s performance in the cabaret Beth Phillips arranged outside the con suite. The space was a problem acoustically, but, if you could get close enough to hear it, the music was a treat. (My criticism of the balcony venue is not meant in any way to reflect on Beth, who worked so hard to arrange music for the con suite; she was entirely willing to move the music into the main suite, but it proved too hard to get the word out and rework things at the last minute.) Afterward I stayed to hear, and sing along with, Dave Clement. There was a good crowd (for the space), including lots of people I know, so I was disappointed when the vast majority melted away at the announcement that the next set would be a demo of some traditional filk music.
Only thorintatge and Floyd Henderson stuck around to join in – (thank heaven for them: they are The Best!) We sounded pretty good together and a few people did stop to appreciate the music, but it was such a strain to sing loudly enough to be heard in the space that my voice gave out earlier than I’d hoped and I ended up going home around 1 a.m., without ever getting down to the main music circle as I had planned.
When I left I was also suffering from my tendency to take these things personally, and had to do a long round of prayer and meditation to get over it. The next day I also got a reality check when I went out to dinner with cari_rose and crytel. Carolyn is always great at helping me put these things in the proper perspective. We laughed at me: always fun. Of course I got hit by a plastic egg when I teased her about smoking.
Other highlights of the convention:
I attended a number of informative and entertaining programming items: Jim Young’s interview of Terry Pratchett, The Year in Science, The Year in SF, something about Humor, at which I learned that humor is good stalling device for people who are on the spot and don’t know what else to do. Also: Timing! I enjoyed the panels all the more for having some beadwork with me and keeping my hands occupied.
Money Duck: I don’t know when I’ve laughed so much or how the Dogs of War became the Axis of Beagles, or understand many of the other strange transformations I witnessed (and perpetrated) between word and imagery, but it causes me to wonder that people ever understand one another – ever, ever.
cakmpls bought ‘Lone Prairie’ as a Quick Sale in the Art Show! (one of the necklace length bookmarks, featuring picture jasper, green garnet and cactus icons.) I was thinking of her when I made it and do hope it enhances her future reading experiences.
At one point I helped to beta-test a new game of thorintatge’s invention. I think the title was Dreamscape. It’s one of those games that requires more strategy than I like, (I tend to prefer word games.) I liked the basic concept and his use of color and iconography. The simple strategy I adopted worked well, so he may be changing things so that trick won’t work in the future.
I attended the LJ Party. (I love my badge! Thanks to all involved!) I got to match a few new faces to LJ Names, and to show off my collection of multi-colored squid (plastic, from the bar.)
Saturday night I found the room dedicated on Friday’s schedule for filking all weekend had been scheduled with the Revenge panel, so Dale Yoe and I set up the filk circle in the adjacent empty room. I finally had the privilege of getting to do some filking with Bill Roper and his wife, Gretchen – they sang some new material from a filk opera that Bill is writing – some hot stuff! One of my favorite songs of the evening offered a lot of good advice to the potential Evil Overlords of the world. I had so much fun with the filking that again I never got down to the larger music circle as I’d planned.
When I mentioned this to markiv1111 he told me that he’d volunteered to run a cabaret at next year’s con and invited me to sing there. (After he assured me it would NOT be out on the con suite balcony, I was pleased to agree.)
Many thanks to thorintatge and crytel who helped me schlep art back to my car! Thanks to Erin for the Boggle game! Thanks to Carol and Ken for the Trumpet game! Thanks to everyone who made sure that there was coffee, drinks and foodstuffs in the con suite at all hours!