Farrington Smith Gallery

It’s got a crank poking out of the blade, and when you crank it, the wings in back flap. It’s a little uncomfortable to interface with the blade; it’s as if someone tells you to “talk to the hand” and then you do.

It’s important to try new things and to take the less obvious paths and perspectives.

Bulldozers are symbols of change. And change is scary, with good reason. But without optimism there’s nothing.

I have all kinds of unfounded optimism, and New Orleans is the Stagnantropolis of unfounded optimism. The Lower 9th Ward is still in pretty rough shape, but it’s always darkest before dawn…or a darker darkness.

-Adam

This Friday, April 28th, the Royal St. art district will be celebrating After Fest from 6-10 p.m.

Lots of galleries are participating; come look at some art, walk around the good old French Quarter and have a drink. We will all be there in our newly spiffed-up gallery; Scott and I have been repainting and Scott has been rearranging. It’s looking great, if I do say so myself!

Also, in this week’s Gambit, our local weekly paper, you can see one of our fish prints on the Shop Around Town page. I haven’t seen it yet, but a friend called to say she thought it looked very eye-catching.

Adam and Scott are working on getting a new round of prints ready for the Jazz Fest crowds we hope will be here for the next two weekends. I think I’m going to Jazz Fest for the first time ever on Sunday, so I’ll post about that next week!

- Amy

ETA in May: I never really posted about Jazz Fest, but I went one day both weekends, and I sort of get it now…even though I still don’t like crowds or sun without shade. But I imagine I’ll go again. Elvis Costello was great playing with Alan Toussaint and I had about 3 different amazing snacks involving crawfishies.

Scott bitched me out on the phone this morning. He said I’ve got to blog about my painting, “Prairie Schooning, In Big Sky Country,” which I had told him is about materialism. I just woke up so I’m like, “Materialism? Huh?”

Scott’s like, “What? Do you just make this stuff up?”

I was like, “Uh, yeah, I made it up.”

And now, in the name of Farrington Smith Gallery, I must perpetuate this charade. Prairie Schooning, In Big Sky Country is all about materialism…IN PART!!! (Scott never lets me finish.)

Prairie Schooning, In Big Sky Country- land of neutrality. A place of possibility. It’s a planned trip: provisions have been stowed, resources have been stockpiled and are being towed behind in a Conestoga wagon. There’s no room for the guy; he’s displaced himself onto his horse.

Is his baggage a resource or a burden? Maybe he should cut and run, but I think he should stay the course.

-Adam