Several of the artists worked with wood. I’ve seen about as many
furniture stores as I need to in my lifetime, however these pieces were
different. I walked into a booth, looked at all the smooth brown
vases and assumed they were glass blown sculptures. No, these were
not glass, in fact, far from it. They were made of wood. Smooth,
round, perfect wood had been formed into vases, goblets, bowls, silverware,
etc. All made from wood. I’ve never seen anything like it before.
Photography seemed to be a big hit at the festival. Several booths featured photographs, but in some cases they appeared as if they were fancy paintings- not photos. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Perhaps it was the different use of their camera lenses? I wasn’t sure. One of the photographers had a distinct sense of humor. He used play on words for his art. For example, there was a picture of a bagel next to 3 padlocks entitled “Bagel & Locks.” Hilarious! A picture of a watermelon with a faucet coming out the side was entitled “On Tap.” I can’t recall if this was the exact same photographer, but one gentleman had a picture of 4 tomatoes walking across a wooden bridge, over a fiery abyss. One tomato had apparently broken through the bridge and was falling to its doom. I laughed. I love it when art has a sense of humor.
A painter’s booth had a beautiful painting featuring a sleeping nude woman. Her lower body was encased in snow, and several winter creatures were sleeping around her in the nighttime cold. The painting was entitled “Hibernation.” I wanted to buy a print, but they were completely sold out!
The most beautiful photography I saw was in the Shelly Corbett booth.
Shelly is an artist from Seattle, Washington. She calls her art:
Fine Art Photographs. When I saw her work for the first time, I thought
she was a painter, but then I realized she photographs her subjects and
then does something to it to make the photo APPEAR painted. It’s
After looking at art
all day, in the hot sun, and with nothing but a lukewarm bottled water
in your grasp, you get very sweaty and tired. My friend and I decided
to crash on the grass, in the shade, next to a fountain in Bicentennial
Park. A jazz band was playing on the stage near the fountain.
A cool breeze was blowing in from the river. I stretched out full-length
on the ground, and promptly fell asleep. It was a lovely day.