dumb luck and the going postal olympics
Right around this time of year, I can usually be found gearing up for the annual Winter Art Mart at the Bath House Cultural Center. The show is one of my favorites of the year, and I always look forward to reconnecting with my Dallas friends after a long summer of being locked in the studio.
While I've put in the long summer sessions, and the show is right around the corner, I'm sorry to report that you won't find The Morpheus Company in attendance this season.
Each year, when The Bath House sends out its call for applications, I have it mailed back to them inside of forty-eight hours. It's become something of a running joke between us, as they know that my "big black envelope" is always at the top of the stack.
This year, the United States Postal Service decided to throw a monkey wrench into our historically smooth routine. Rather than delivering my application as expected, they routed it through a thirty-day long time warp before unceremoniously and inexplicably returning my envelope as undeliverable.
At the moment I received this schedule-blasting news, I was standing in a mailing center. Not one to miss an opportunity to react in theme, I went briefly but thoroughly postal.*
*It's been a good and long while since I last seriously lost my cool. Had someone had the foresight to create an Olympic event out of correspondence-related emotional meltdowns, I would have easily brought the gold home for America. Go team.
After my adrenal tsunami died down, I shifted to damage control mode. I called, texted and emailed each member of the Bath House staff. When I finally got a hold of one of them the following morning, it was no surprise that every single highly-sought after space in the event had been booked.
To their credit, my friends at the Bath House felt terrible. They even offered to inconvenience a number of artists by rearranging the show's floor plan to wedge me into a corner.
I strongly considered taking their kind offer. However, it occurred to me that I was one of the original champions of the Art Mart's decision not to overcrowd the space or their artists. It seemed hypocritical to backpedal on what I consider a good decision just because I've suffered a streak of dumb luck.
On that point, I want to clarify a few things before the rumor mill gets chugging up to full speed on this announcement:
First and foremost, there's no animosity here. Except possibly towards the morons at the US Mail. Me and my friends by the lake still are artsy BFF's, and plans are already in place for my return to the Spring Art Mart.*
*I'll be hand-delivering my application to that one.
Secondly, despite my accidental non-involvement, I think that everyone should go and support the event. I believe in what the Bath House does, and I think they put on a terrific show. Some of my favorite artists will be there, and I suspect my absence will provide a spot for at least one or two new faces.
Thirdly, this is lousy but not catastrophic news. Mostly I'm bummed out about not getting a chance to reconnect with my Dallas art-world friends.
Of course, my artist's ego would also love a chance to show off my work this season. If you're reading this, and you've got an idea for a place to host a trunk show, I'm all ears. If you're interested in doing some shopping without the formality of an event, make an appointment to drop by the studio and see my work.
Just give me a call the studio. Seriously, call. You can't trust the mail for this sort of thing.
11 / 10 / 2010