First day, sunshine, glorious sunshine. Wonderful weather for walking or driving and seeing the trees in the woods, which are at their peak right now. But sit in it, even if only the last 3 hours were actually beaming hot sun on our faces, on my gracious, I am no longer a beach goer. Nor an Art Show artist apparently.
Second day, clouds, so nobody's going to complain about the sunshine, right? Well, we happen to have a steady stream of cold air coming down the valley from Mt. Mitchell, or some other cloud enshrouded heights. It just seeps through clothes and into your bones and muscles. People who jump out of cars, or leave warm homes, are fine for a half hour or so in 60-65 degrees of the chilly air. There wasn't a wind either. If you're working or hiking you can sweat in it, and then you've got something else to add to the cold whenever you stop. But try 8 hours of it, and I soon discovered the thing to do is to walk around 5 minutes of every hour. At least for me that made the difference. I still went home and collapsed with a chill that brought fever for a couple of hours, bundled up and taking Tylenol.
Now to be more of a reporting blogger, here are my pictures from Friday, since Sat. I didn't feel like taking any.
|Friday at dawn doing set-up|
|My friend Ginny Moreland hung her marbleized scarves and paper products.|
My site was in between the parking lot and the Red House, next door to the Monte Vista.
Also on the parking lot, a pleine air artist added his touch to a tree.
But was it worth it? If my old bones could have just been like they were 20 years ago, or even 10 years ago...maybe yes. I'll have to seriously think about doing more outdoor shows. And doing more exercise so my muscles don't just sit at a computer or potter's wheel, or doing fine glazing details all day! And of course this 2 day event was at the end of a particularly stressful week for me...that won't happen again I hope.