On Friday morning I woke up early and packed up the car. I double checked my list to make sure I had everything. I am super forgetful if I don’t write everything down. It always takes me forever to leave the house, which my husband... deals with.
After I was absolutely sure I didn’t forget anything I started the six hour drive North to Grove City, Ohio. It was my first out-of-town art show. I chose Ohio because it is where I am from and a bunch of friends from college came to see the show and hang out for the weekend.
When I arrived in Columbus it was 20 degrees cooler than Nashville which is kind of a shock when you go from sun scorching, melting heat to cloudy with a chilly breeze. I realized I had forgotten to bring a hoodie or jacket.
Friday night was pretty awesome. We all met up at this bar in Columbus, Ohio called 16-Bit Bar and Arcade. This bar.
I walked in and the perimeter of the bar was lined with old school arcade games. The chalkboard sign above the bar said something like - if you drink you play for free. At that point my friend turns around with bacon in his drink. Is this heaven?
We stayed at this bar all night, laughing, reminiscing, and playing old school X-Men. We had a great time, although some people take their arcade games a little too seriously. No problem though, it gave us something to watch.
The alarm went off the next morning at 7:30am with my head pounding and only three and a half hours of sleep. Set up for the show started at 8:00am. I opened the blinds to find the window covered in bird shit and it was raining. Crap. Literally. I checked my Dark Sky app and it showed light rain all day.
No worries, I thought. Weather is just something artists have to learn to deal with. It’s part of the business and it’s my choice for booking an outdoor show. I can deal with light rain but I had forgotten closed-toe shoes and an umbrella.
I quickly got everything set up and managed to keep everything as dry as possible. But then everything changed. The light drizzle turned into high winds and torrential downpours. My tent managed to stay up and everything seemed like it was going to be ok. I kept telling myself I could get through it and everything was going to be fine.
Then the water started rushing down the street. In minutes the cold water was up to my ankles. My entire booth was turning into Lake Erie and I looked like a bird perched in a zoo on my director’s chair. I sat like that for over an hour while trash floated in. Then the leaks started.
By 2pm I had had enough. Other artists had the same feeling because they started packing up and leaving. I know it’s not in good form to ditch a show but after hours of standing in a flooded booth my feet were pruney and turning blueish. Definitely not the look I was going for.
I started packing up as fast as I could without ruining anything. As I grabbed my last painting I stopped.
I had painted it in the comfort of my warm and dry home studio while it rained outside. And while I stood there soaking wet, wrapping the painting best I could to protect it I had to laugh. The irony of it all was just too much.
I'm Jackie, an artist, illustrator, and friend to ghosts, monsters, and aliens. This blog is full of DIY projects, stories, and things I think are cool. Stay weird.