When visiting Terry’s friend Elaine Pasekoff, I wandered on my own to the Farmers market down the street from the Miami Beach condos. I just found out today, while in France, that Elaine’s sister passed away from Parkinson’s disease. She was far too young. About a dozen tents were set up in the Miami Beach park offering fresh fruit and produce. I sketched from a bus stop which offered shade from the intense Florida heat. We were visiting for Art Basel which is a huge art fair that happens every December. I’m getting excited and making plans to report on Art Basel again this year possibly in partnership with The Daily City. Gears are turning.
I didn’t actually buy anything at the farmers market. I just needed to get a sketch under my belt before joining the assembled entourage on a day’s social outing. There was some Egyptian looking odelisk in the public park where the market was staged. I believe the market is open the same day each week. Art Basel is a walking marathon and I need to remind myself to schedule a little time each day do just sketch. Last year, convincing the public relations people at Art Basel that I was press was a real chore. This year I hope to get a jump on all the required paper work. Sometimes getting the sketch is the easy part. Getting in is the challenge.