This is my second month of sweltering mill city magic and I must say, for a start up art festival, it has it's perks.
The locals are a trip. Last week I had a lady bring her art to me for critique (because she thinks I'm Van Gogh reincarnated) and the week before I had a lady slam on the brakes in front of my tent because she wanted to look at my paintings. Not to mention my teenage fan club stemming from the little girl who comes into my tent every week and spins round scream-singing "I love your art!" to the skateboarders and college students staring oddly at my chromatic daubs and wondering where I learned to paint (Ah-ha! If only they knew I didn't!)
Also...apparently my paintings are "sick" and "dope" and this is positive feedback. Who knew?
The remarkable thing about art is that no one is immune to it and everyone responds to it - whether it's good or bad, a response is always an almost sure guarantee. And especially in Lowell where the locals are graced with an enormously affluent art community.
Fresh Air Fridays...in Lowell, maybe the air is not so fresh but the people sure are and we love them for it :)
I will be here, sweltering in my lovely tent every Friday from 3-7 PM for the rest of August, so of you're in Lowell, please stop in and say "Bonjour."
