Posts Tagged ‘Kennedale Texas’

Art Festival Fever

April 15, 2015
Working on Inventory in Preparation for the Next Art Festival

Working on Inventory in Preparation for the Next Art Festival

The drilling machine for the Aargau lecture (“Biblical Questions, Insights, and Vistas”) is going at full strength and an unbroken pillar of smoke is rising from my pipe to the ceiling as in the best times of my life.

Karl Barth, letter to friend Eduard Thurneysen March 17, 1920

Throughout this afternoon of work, this remark from Karl Barth kept clattering around in my brain, and I decided to post it. I’m not smoking a pipe, but the aroma from my coffee cup has been rising throughout this afternoon and evening, and I am feeling, like Barth, that it reflects the best times of my life. He was referring to the composition of a lecture he was to deliver at an historic event, whereas I am simply trying to enlarge my inventory for an approaching festival.

I will participate in the Brickworks Art in the Park festival in the neighboring city of Kennedale, Friday through Sunday. Throughout this week, I’ve come home from school each day and hurled myself into the enterprise of printing, matting and sleeving my enlarging inventory of prints and greeting cards to accompany my watercolors in the booth. The photo above is a sample of what I’ve tackled for the duration of this afternoon. The slowest part of the process was the creation of new greeting cards. For each painting I reproduce on the front of the 5 x 7″ card, I compose a text for the back, leaving the inside blank. Always, I worry about doing “hack work” when I write for the cards, especially when I am creating a dozen of them in the same afternoon. And then, there is that added detail of diving into the trunk filled with well over a hundred different cards, looking for the ones that are becoming scarce, as well as missing the ones that have sold out. It takes a while, and I find the effort taxing, especially after I’ve already taught all day.

Sorry I have to cut this short, but I have a long list of tasks that still need tending, and the fesitval is drawing near.

Thanks for reading.

I paint in order to remember.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.

Preparing for the Final Day of the Art Festival

April 7, 2013
In the Man Cave

In the Man Cave

Art is the inevitable consequence of growth and is the manifestation of the principles of its origin.  The work of art is a result; is the output of a progress in development and stands as a record and marks the degree of development.  It is not an end in itself, but the work indicates the course taken and the progress made. The work is not a finality.  It promises more, and from it projection can be made.

Robert Henri, The Art Spirit

In the past 48 hours, I have had quality time to reflect about the enterprise of making art.  The crowds and sales have been pretty good, the the conversations and new friends and acquaintances have also been very affirming.  Still, there  has been plenty of space to think, and read.  I love this statement from Henri, and am challenged to think about which direction to evolve toward, next.  I don’t want to “whip out Tripps for the trade.”  My hope is that my curiosity will never be satisfied, that I will never reach a state where I believe I have “arrived.”  I love to look at my watercolors as works in progress, as a pursuit of the sublime.  I have one more day left in the festival.  Then, I will gladly return to the studio and see what comes out next.

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Saturday at Art in the Park, Kennedale, Texas

April 6, 2013
Art in the Park

Art in the Park

Tripp's Art Booth

Tripp’s Art Booth

I will be out of the studio for three days, but no complaints.  The weather has been perfect for Art in the Park in Kennedale, Texas.  Crowds have been steady as well as the sales.  I’m pleased to have sold four original watercolors already (I rarely sell originals at festivals, only prints and greeting cards).  The live music has been splendid, and I have met many new friends that I feel will be in my life for years to come.  Festivals are also a great time to renew old friendships, and I’ve had the pleasure of meeting a number of former colleagues I haven’t seen since their retirement.

I wish there was more time to blog, but fortunately, there are plenty of patrons continually entering my booth.  So I’ll say Good-Bye now, and thanks so much for reading, for keeping up with me.

I paint to remember.

I journal because I am alone.

I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.

 

Six New Watercolor Greeting Cards for the Festival

April 4, 2013
Lurking Bomber

Lurking Bomber

The ten-year-old boy looked bewildered as his uncle tied the red-and-white bomber onto his pale blue monofilament line.  “Why does it go backwards?”  His uncle paused, took one last deep drag before tossing his Lucky Strike, exhaled, and said “Dunno.  Maybe it’s supposed to look like a crawdad.”  The boy just shook his head, held down the button on his Zebco 202, and tossed the plug into the dark pool, just on the edge of the stand of cattails, and began his slow retrieve.

Darting Heddon Zara Spook

Darting Heddon Zara Spook

The sun rose hot that August day, on the final morning of the boy’s first fishing trip with his cousin.  They rowed the dilapidated dinghy to a quiet, shaded cove on Hunnewell Lake and anchored just on the edge of the brightly-colored lily pads.  The Zebco 202 whirred as he tossed his Heddon Zara Spook to the far edge of the floating foliage and the lure landed with a quiet plop, just six inches from the largest pad.  He began his slow retrieve, and his heart pounded as he saw the slow-moving shadow emerge from beneath the pad, closing on his lure.

Shallow Descent of the Lucky 13

Shallow Descent of the Lucky 13

“Trust me,” said the old man standing and peering over the surface of the lake.  “I’ve been on these waters my whole life.  I know these fish.  Just let that plug lay out there a full minute, till all the ripples are gone  Then jerk your rod to make her plop and go under, and reel as fast as you can for about four or five feet to make her dart back and forth.  That makes the bass mad.”  So he did it.  And sure enough, on the first cast and retrieve, he made a four-pound, nineteen-inch large-mouth bass mad.

Trolling the Tiny Lucky 13

Trolling the Tiny Lucky 13

It made no sense to the boy, tugging on a pair of oars, rowing a John boat across the spacious Hunnewell Lake. His uncle told him this is how trolling works.  “You just cast as far behind the boat as you can, prop your rod-and-reel in the stern, and let the jerking motions of the boat provide the action for the lure.”  No sooner than the uncle spoke those words, the boy let out a gasp as he saw the three-pound large-mouth bass launch from the distant wake of the boat, shaking his head back and forth, the brightly-colored lure flashing next to his gills.

"It's a Dream"

“It’s a Dream”

The Red River stills flows through my home town
Rollin’ and tumblin’ on its way
Swirling around the old bridge pylons
Where a boy fishes the morning away
His bicycle leans on an oak tree
While the cars rumble over his head
An aeroplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky
And the young birds call out to be fed. 

(text by Neil Young, “It’s a Dream”)

Plein Air Botanical Gardens

Plein Air Botanical Gardens

The aging artist angled his Jeep into the diagonal parking lane at the Gardens.  It was Good Friday, the sun was emerging slowly from leaden, overcast skies, and the Gardens were beginning to come alive with walkers, joggers, photographers, and children at play. Setting up his easel in a stand of pines, the man trained his eye on the bark of one solitary trunk, and considered how he would go about rendering its gnarled portrait against a forest-green field of shaded pine needles.

Today concluded our four days of STARR testing.  As I walked about the room filled with ten students testing, monitoring their work, I composed five new narratives for these new greeting cards coming out at tomorrow’s festival.  It was a good way to spend the walking around time, and helped the day pass.

Time to pack and load.

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Festival Starts Tomorrow

April 4, 2013
Newest Watercolors for the Art Festival

Newest Watercolors for the Art Festival

I have had to find an extra gear this afternoon.  First thing in the morning, I will be setting up my tent at a weekend art festival opening at 4:00 tomorrow afternoon (http://www.kennedaleartsfestival.com/festival-info/).  It will be the annual Art in the Park in Kennedale, Texas.

Unlike Andy Warhol’s Factory, I have a workforce of one in the Cave this afternoon, printing, matting, sleeving, pricing, packaging and loading.  I’m delighted that I managed to create six new watercolors in the past week, and have turned all of them into greeting cards as well.  Now, we just need to hope for a good turnout.  The weather promises to be much better than it was two weekends ago.

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Working in the Studio on a Rainy Night, Preparing for Next Festival

April 3, 2013
First of Four, 5 x 7"

First of Four, 5 x 7″

Second of Four. 5 x 7"

Second of Four. 5 x 7″

Third of Four.  5 x 7"

Third of Four. 5 x 7″

Fourth of Four.  5 x 7"

Fourth of Four. 5 x 7″

Every artist has a central story to tell, and the difficulty, the impossible task, is trying to present that story in pictures.

GregoryCrewdson

It is raining cats and dogs this evening in Texas, possibly on its way to 3 inches.  Temperatures have dropped, requiring a sweatshirt in the Man Cave.  The evening has been productive.  I have finished the four vintage lures (5 x 7″) that I’ve tinkered with the past few days, and am ready to put them into mats and plastic sleeves.  Tomorrow I load all my gear for the next festival, which begins Friday afternoon and runs through Sunday (Art in the Park, Kennedale, Texas).  http://www.kennedaleartsfestival.com/  The weather promises to be glorious this time (I faced a disaster a couple of weekends ago).

My reading recently from Robert Henri’s The Art Spirit has given me much to ponder, and in subsequent blogs I want to share him with you.