Sunday, November 21, 2010

Festival of the Masters

Terry and I went down to Disney Village to see the Festival of the Masters. Artist who displayed their work in tents had to have won a "Best in Show" ribbon in another festival in order to exhibit here. I parked my truck in the lot behind Cirque du Soleil which isn't as crowded as the lots up front. As we walked in Terry told me to go find a spot to sketch since I'm not very good company until I have a sketch under my belt. I prowled the festival hunting for the perfect spot filled with color, crowds and contrast. I bumped into Kathy and Eric Blackmore and she showed me some cool brass sculpted bookmarks she had purchased. As I continued my search, I saw a woman sitting on the ground working on a bold ink line sketch of the Disney Architecture. She was about half way into the sketch so I resisted the temptation to find out if she was a fellow urban sketcher.

I finally decided to sit in the shade leaning back against a "Morning Glory" movie poster. Large metal sculptures of a horse, bull and a lion were on display in the center of the square. There was a constant crowd gathered taking iPhone photos and reading the plaques. 0ne man stood frozen a few feet in front of me and he said, "Should I hold still?" He had guessed that I was sketching and he asked , "Can I take a look?" I said, "Of Course." Rather than discuss art, he asked, "Did you see "Social Network?" I replied, "YES! It is without a doubt the best film I have seen this year!" He let me know, "I have seen it three times." When he found out I was a blogger he said, "You better watch what you write, you could get yourself in trouble. When I pointed out that , "Zuckerberg became a billionaire." He said, "Well at the time he wasn't."

I started adding color to the Wolfgang Puck signage, "Live, Love, Eat." I called Terry to find out where she was once I finished my sketch. We held hands as we walked towards the far end of Disney Village where Anna McCambridge and her mom were doing chalk sidewalk art. We found Anna's panel of a Blue Owl but the image was finished and Anna wasn't around. Terry and I considered getting a drink at the House of Blues but the slack service convinced us to leave. When we got back to my truck, I was shocked to find the original Carl Knickerbocker magnetic painting that I had on my tailgate had been stolen! The thief should know that for the rest of his life, he will be cursed by the horrible legend of the alligator man. Once a month in an agonizing process, his skin will turn scaly and green and he will return to the primitive, primordial swamp where his empty spirit belongs. I felt like I had been gator tail slapped in the stomach. Another reason I hate going to Disney.

1 comment:

Terry said...

That sucks! I always worry when I leave work hanging somewhere. I've lost a couple. It's an awful feeling.
At least it was only a Knickerbocker, and not a Thorspecken! (be sure you mention I said that when you see Carl!).