I have been making wood block prints all summer and selling them at the Fulton Street Artist Market on sundays along with Pearl with her wonderful pot holders and Rose with all her sock monsters, stuffies and button bracelets. It has been a great experience meeting people and sharing our work and life with them. This is a true community experience because you are side by side with other artists when the clouds suddenly release a torrent of rain and everyone scrambles to get their products to safety, or the wind starts blowing and tarps snap in the wind and paper products go sailing or stained glass goes crashing on to the pavement. I had the thought yesterday when we were setting up our tarps over our temporary shops that this is a rehearsal for when our houses are all gone and we are all living in make shift tent cities surrounded by the rubble of what use to be our city. Then what ever lessons we learned over the course of all those outside artist markets will suddenly have great value. I continue to think that these out door markets are the fore front of a culture looking for a better way to buy sell and trade as the large corporate system we inherited falls to pieces around us.
a brief meditation on a recent rick beerhorst painting