Farmers Market, Harvest Moon, Thomas and Trains

Yesterday’s farmers market was combined with Ogden’s Harvest Moon Celebration.  It was the last of the market season for me.  The day was really great.  Warm but not hot and the light has changed into a muted sparkle that only happens in the autumn.  The day was a prefect end to the season.  I was able to sell eight paintings of various sizes and as always I met some great people.  I wish I could give an account of each experience and each conversation I have with the people that come into my booth.  Art does something to people.  It makes them open up and share in ways that they might not otherwise do.  I love when people walk into my booth, look around for a moment and comment on how happy the art makes them feel.  I think it’s the color.  The human soul craves colors.   I love when people are able to make personal connections with my art. 

 

 

A few weeks ago a woman came to my booth and told me of her experience with my art. She said she bought one of my paintings at the market the year before.  The painting had silhouettes of two birds on a branch, surrounded by lots of blues and turquoise.  She said when she purchased the painting she was single.  She decided to get the two birds anyway.  She hung the painting in her room and looked at it everyday.  She came to find me this year and told me that she now has the most amazing boyfriend.  She wanted me to know that she feels like my painting helped her be brave and now the picture will always have a lot of significance to her.  Her story filled me with so much happiness.  People need art in their lives.

While I was in my booth I worked on a painting.  I didn’t get much done as I was usually busy visiting with people.  But it was fun to be outside and paint in the autumn light.

I also made some good contacts and a possible project is on the horizon.  There will be more about that later. 

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.  I have incredible parents.  I wouldn’t be able to do the market without them.  They have given many of their Saturdays to help me and they work hard.  I don’t know how I am so lucky but I hit the jackpot when I landed them as parents. 

I had some visits from friends.  A few friends from work came by and my best friend Michelle with her husband Kevin and adorable little Thomas.  They came at the tail end of the market so after my booth was cleaned up I was able to go with them to explore the rest of the festival.  Harvest Moon feels a little like a scene from a movie.  I love how people are out, laughing, having a good time and so many things going on at once.  There was fashion shows, live bands, all kinds of activities for kids and tons of food vendors. 

We made our way through the party and found ourselves at the Union Station, an old train station, that is now a museum and event center.  Michelle’s little boy Thomas is so in love with trains.  He goes nuts for them.  We had a fun time letting him be in absolute awe over the big engines. 

I really love spending time with Michelle and her family.  I’ve never seen a child like Thomas.  Many children are fascinated by my unique look and tiny size but he like loves me for real!  I never have to take his hand, he always places his hand in mine like it’s the most natural thing.  It’s not enough for his parents to explore the trains with him or for me to get up close.  He tugs on my hand till I get out of my wheelchair and climb onto the trains with him.  When we were leaving the station he was not content walking beside me holding hands or even riding on my lap.  Again he pulled me out of my chair and it was obvious he wanted me to walk beside him.  So we did.  Michelle with her very long legs climbs into my wheelchair and drives it.  Otherwise it would have been left at the station.  It was hilarious and we got some fantastic looks from people as we made our way back to the Harvest Celebration.  There is nothing as awesome as feeling the love of a child.  It might be the purest form of love to be found on this earth.

End of the Market Season

I’ve been busy every evening this week to be ready for the Market on Saturday.  This week is the Harvest Moon Celebration.  It’s a big festival combined with the market.  Activities, bike race, and live music happening all day and into the night.  Lot's more vendors and lots more people. It’s also the last week I will be setting up to sell this season.  I am working hard but I feel like I have nothing new or exciting.  I’m sad that this is the last market but I will also be relieved as I won’t feel so rushed to get pieces ready. 

After Saturday I have a few orders that people have put in and then I want to take some time to try to get some new ideas together.  I want to try a few new directions and hopefully be able to invest some time experimenting.  When I’m working to get ready for markets it’s hard to spend time trying new things, not knowing if they will turn out.  Trying new ideas is what makes art fun for me and I’ll be happy to get back to that. But for now I'm busy trying to replenish my stock with some favorites.

 

A Painting for People First

This is a painting I did to donate to People First annual silent auction. 

People First of Utah is a self advocacy organization that assists people with developmental disabilities learn how to advocate for themselves, increase their independence and become apart of their community. 

I wish I could have had more time to work on this piece.  I stated the background at work during the painting class I was helping with.  After work I had meetings and dinner with friends in Salt Lake in the evening.  I didn't get home till eleven o clock last night.  I knew the painting needed to be ready by today so I got to work and did what I could till one a.m.  It was a late night and it wasn't quite what I wanted it to be but it was a fun to work on and I was happy I could donate my work to raise money for a good cause!

To Wander

 

It’s been a really great weekend!  My adorable niece Mailee came to stay with me Friday and Saturday.  We had a movie party Friday night complete with a trip to Target to stock up on Oreo cookies and find our pals Ben and Jerry.  Saturday we set up to sell at the Farmers Market in Ogden.  Mailee was such a great help to me!  She helped me haul all my paintings on a cart. a block and a half to the market.  My parents were there as always to help me set up and take down. 

Mailee and Me with Ben and Jerry

It turned out to be an excellent day at the market and I sold six paintings!  In conjunction with the farmers market yesterday, there was a Motorcycle Rally taking place.  It was a ride for fallen firefighters.  A couple hundred motorcycles came through Historic 25^th street where the market is held.  One of the bikers came into my booth and in less than five minutes he decided he wanted to buy three of my larger paintings.  Apparently he is the president and owner of a company in Draper and he is needing some art for his office.  I was excited that he loved my work.  As he and his gal were on his motorcycle I will be shipping the pieces to him.

 

Motorcycle friends

 

 

I’ve mentioned before that I love the people I meet at the market.  This week I met a young man who was admiring my work and we got to talking about art and life, two of my favorite topics.  This young man told me he is a wanderer.  I asked more about that and he told me how he worked a job desk in California for a few years and saved up all his money so he could travel around, study life and find adventures or wander as he calls it.  We shared ideas about what it means to wander, agreeing that there are many forms of wandering.  I have always wished I could load up a backpack and  take off to explore the country, perhaps on a motorcycle.  Although that life is not practical for me I decided that through my art I am able to wander.  My art can fill me with knew thoughts and perspectives,  giving me knew eyes again and again.

We talked about faith and truth as well as the power of thinking positively.  There were many ideas that we agreed on and some that we did not. This young man said we can never really know who we are and why we are here and when we embrace that idea of unknowing that is when we have peace. He was confident in his ideas and it was obvious that he lived with a measure of peace.  Yet I was sad for him. During this conversation I was struck a feeling of gratitude.  I am grateful for the faith and truth I have as a foundation for my life.  I’m ever thankful for the understanding I have of a loving Heavenly Father and an absolute knowledge of who I am and faith as to the purpose of my life.  I told this man that my peace and happiness came from my faith in God.  He respected that as I respected his ideas.  Although there was respect I was wishing that he could have the understanding that I have.  My spirit might always crave the ability to wander the globe but my soul is content on the solid foundation which it rests.