There is plenty of money in them hills and cities of Texas--unlike Florida where the economy generally sucks for most artists at the shows.
I had killer shows at the Woodlands Show (just north of Houston) and then Main Street Fort Worth, last weekend.
The Woodlands is a very monied, conservative and traditional in what they buy.
The show is mostly along a waterway with artists booths backed into a hill with about 20 feet of pavement in front of your booth for customers.
Setup can be tedious, but everybody gets in there. Also at teardown, you have the option of coming in on Monday morn, which I did--piece of cake!
This is very well-run show, I give the promoters and their staff high "A's" for all their work. They could not have been more helpful.
A lot of artists with high end work, think $1000 and above, were not as happy as me. I killed them. It was my first time going there. I did so well, it left me kind of thin for FT. Worth (Hereafter known as FW).
I had two days to kill before FW, so I stayed in Austin for the first time. I shot Bluebonnets and Longhorns in the hills and then shot great urban treasures in town. Found some new winners.
Ate my butt off, it will be interesting to see how much I weigh in at Ybor when I get home on Wed. Left weighing 180, hope to not be over 185.
I will weigh in with a Wino/Tequila Report at a later date.
On to FW.
This is a major show. Hard to get into, but you can make serious moola if you are chosen.
I have lucked out and been juried in four out of the last six years. I put this show in my top three in the nation.
My setup started off rugged.
I showed up early on Wed. to set up, show starts on Thurs. Got my packet, went back to the van and my left rear tire was flat to the rim.
Drove on it anyway, around four blocks got situated in front of the booth and called AAA.
They came, changed the flat, then told me that two of my tire studs were stripped. Could only reattach six out of eight lug nuts.
I found a Firestone south of downtown, bought a new tire and they told me they would get new studs from Napa. Five hours later (I have not got anything set up or unloaded yet) Napa, three times, brought the wrong size studs. Pissed off and late, I left.
Got back to the show around 4 pm and could not get my van anywhere near the booth. At this point the temps were around 87 degrees. We all knew a serious cold front was coming in that night. Winds were already clocking at a steady 15-20 mph, whipping down Main Street between the super tall buildings.
I did the only sensible thing. Went to my hotel, took a good nap and woke up and went out to dinner at the Capital Grille.
I knew I would have to setup, probably in wind and rain and heavy winds the following morn.
Sure enough. I woke up at 4:30 AM ready to go setup.
Murphy's Law struck again. It went from peaceful to a roaring rain, complete with thunder and lightning and hard gusting winds. OH, and the temperature dropped down into the mid-thirties.
I did the sensible thing. Went back to sleep for another hour. Woke up, it had stopped raining but it was frigging cold. Also very windy.
So naturally, I put on every warm piece of clothing and drove down to set up at 5:30 AM.
My fingers were totally numb within one hour.
It took me 3 hours just to get the booth up inside their tents. I got it stocked with an hour to spare, went back to the hotel, took a scalding shower, and an hour later I was finally getting some feeling back in my fingers.
Reluctantly, we all opened up at 10 AM per show rules--and then proceeded to freeze to death.
On Thursday, if you made $500 you were one of the lucky ones.
I called Ellen and told her I would gladly teardown now and come home.
Luckily I did not.
Luckily, I killed them, major killed them. So did a lot of other artists.
Not everybody did so well. It was more of a lowend crowd this year with like sales. The cheap sneakers out-numbered the $500 cowboy boots. Very strange.
I got to hang out with my old photography compadre every morn at the Marriot breakfest cafe.
Naturally, we dissed every photographer in the circuit except Alan Klug and Mark MacKinnon who were sitting with us. The minute they left, we started working them over too. It is a tradition the two of us look forward to, everytime we can meet in FW.
Out of this episode came a great blog idea about getting "Moe-ed". This happened a lot in the late 80's and early 90's. I will write about it at a later date.
I have to save some of my ammo, I can't blow my whole wad in one blog like I used to.
I have lots more to say, but I am worn out, am in Lafayette,LA tonight. Shooting in Cajan country tomorrow, then Seaside area on Wed. and getting home that night.
Late date, can't wait.
Oh, BTW, Saint Louis--here I come. Oh sweet mama.
Aloha, Nels.