Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Artists & Writers Crawl


The Artist & Writer Crawl I hosted made for a very fun evening. I met so many new artists and writers. After all the Crawlers saw "The Singing Menorah" we headed up to the Peacock Room at 1321 North Mills Avenue. I reloaded my water brush in the men's room an then sat at the end of the bar so I could get a good view down it's length. Karrie Brown and Tod Caviness are shown in the sketch diligently putting images and words to paper. Tisse Mallon followed the Crawl taking photos along the way. I would estimate that there were about 20 Crawlers all together. People came and went throughout the night. After a while it became impossible to distinguish the Crawlers from the regulars. A large group of people showed up, all of them coming from Bold Hype Gallery, where they saw the work of Andrew Spear. I spoke with someone named Nelson Martin who was trying to get the bartenders attention. It turns out he is a web designer and fine artist and we discussed art while I continued to sketch.
The walls of the bar were covered with paintings of women with really large eyes by Patrick Fatica. The work was highly polished, surreal and haunting. The paintings had long titles which would make you pause and wonder like "The angels have slipped through our landslide and filled up our garden with snow." This painting has a large eyed woman holding a towel over her bare breasts standing in front of a mist filled white landscape.
I had a beer at each bar we went to and after this sketch I focused a bit more on socializing than sketching. At the end of the evening only 5 artists remained. As we stumbled across the street from the Funkey Monkey towards Wally's we were almost all killed when a police car came screaming down Mills in the center turn lane at 90 miles an hour. It really was a close and sobering near miss. With our crossing attempt thwarted we had to run back to the sidewalk to avoid the new line of traffic approaching.
In Wally's I ordered my last beer for the evening from the sullen bar maid and sipped it while watching a man and woman who were rubbing noses and making out. When they left the woman tripped on a bar stool and could bairley keep her eyes open. Tod didn't like the music playing on the jut box so he got up and remedied the situation. It was 2AM when we all decided to call it a night.

2 comments:

Speakeasy, that's who. said...

Quite a night. Can't believe I was coherent at the end of it, much less able to operate a touchscreen jukebox. Looking forward to the next one, definitely!

Thor said...

Definitely a blast. I'm delighted by some of the images and writing showing up on the Crawl web site...http://artists-and-writers.com/