Marathon-4

the gallery space in Marathon,
they hold alot of my work there,

one story

when i was out there, it being a tourist town is differnt than most living , imagine if you had strangers walking around your yard all day, looking at everything, its ok there are supposed to do that,.

Retail is an odd buisness the people involved in it, the town was had alot of tourism mainly for the big bend park, and alot of retail "antique" galleryies poped up everything more on the high end scale , and the folks who go there are like the white color version of a Harly Davison bike owner, but this is the camping geered out yuppies,. they come expecting something. the B/B that was next to my barn/studio, loved i was there! Liza the owner, was sorta a folk art crafter type, and ,hey there i was doing chickens etc, plus i was a bit fawl but friendly., during the summer, one thing happen where, Shirlely's burnt biscut (a bakery)gave me this big old cholate cake, this other place Shirlys loved me cause they thought i was homeless and and alchololic so i appealed to the maternal forces in the bakery to give me advice and feed me with as many old fried pies i could handle, . so i got this cake but eating a choclate cake in the desart in high noon can dry your mouth out, i was out in this this parking lot, right in front of the B/B and this group of tourist, were there, and liza and Tim were pointing at me . i had my shirt off eating this cake but had about enough of it, my mouth was dry and the cake started tasting awful! so out in the middle of the parking lot, which is nothing more than sand and gravl i spit out the cak and dropped this big block of hard choclote cake on the ground in an violent jesture like i was attacked by horce flies)and walked off,, i figured the birds would get to it, . The B/B love it they said that i am doing a good job of being a squiziod bum artist, discusting and all as along as i am presenting my work and being an artist it don't matter, , wow! its amazing was a painting can do.
it was to easy to fall into the role, and boy was it fun, out ther it seems like nothing is happening ,no past, no future ,just now and you have a tendicy to zone out and become like the skunks,

i could almost make a career out of it expecting tourist, and doing some odd thing way off into the background, . my frineds like Drek thought i was nutz, but i would tell them, hey
once you probe the bounderies of self humiation and have granny look down apone you , your truly free.

Posted by chickengeorge at October 27, 2005 10:22 PM