Fest

So the thing to do here in SoCal is art festivals. Booths, open studios, art walks, bus tours, gallery hopping, music, kids crafts, food and wine, etc.—seems there’s a neighborhood festival every weekend. Some happen every month, some once a year. I don’t know how much art actually gets sold, and the quality is pretty ragged, but it’s fun and mostly free.
Aren’t we artists (and gallerists) just crazy? We spend time and money to make our work, then put it out there for you to enjoy/criticize/hate/ignore, and spend more on pr and wine, basically because we’re compelled to do it. We know we won’t sell much if anything.
This guy hangs his work in and on a really cool old trailer. The formica inside is to die for.