So now that the Gasparilla Festival of the Arts is done and I had a day to decompress, I’ve had some time to think about how it went.
The day started at 5:30am. Got up, got ready, and headed out in to a chilly Florida morning.
I am loaded in, set up, and ready for tomorrow morning. I’m tired. I’m hungry. But the weather is fucking beautiful, so I haven’t even broken a sweat. I feel good about my work. My homemade setup isn’t that bad and it’s holding up to some brutal wind. The Ranger is currently blocked in, so I’m relaxing. Nothing more…
I’ve been building my display boards this week. I painted the door blanks a nice flannel grey. But first, a fun story...
All of the prints! (Except three that I’ll get tomorrow). All signed and numbered. I think I just signed my name 145 times.
And my wife took a picture that makes me look like a big doofus. Pretty sure that was intentional on her part. And that’s why I love her.