My AIS Adventure...errr, Disaster...Okay, Experience!
UPDATE Aug 8th 2025: As if this post isn't long enough! I heard form Classen's Art Gallery. They have posted the correct image on their website! On top of that, they apologized for the delay caused by everything related to getting the show installed, etc. As readers of this post know, the screw up was all mine. I thank them for graciously helping me clean it up! (Chris did ask me to submit something on this subject; however, he has not seen this post. So it’s only partly his fault.) Several months ago I came across a call for entries to the 26th Annual American Impressionist Society National Juried Exhibition. This is a fairly prestigious event, drawing nationally recognized artists. As is typical for these large art organizations, entrants must be a member and pay an entry fee based on the number of works entered. I don’t often submit to such national shows because the competition is pretty stiff not to mention intimidating. I was on the verge of passing on yet another expensive opportunity to be humiliated, when a particular painting popped to mind. For some reason, I had a strong feeling it might fit in an impressionistic show. Oddly, it had recently come back into my possession after being purchased by a patron. He had also become a dear friend over the years. I’ll digress for just a moment…it’s part of the adventure. This patron, I’ll call him Doctor, (although he wasn’t) is one of the most unique individuals I’ve ever met. He grew up in the “hippie days”, as did I, but unlike me, he really was one. He was also a singer, composer, musician, poet, design teacher, artist and way more. Kind, gentle, and original in every way, he lived his entire life surrounded by art and artists. He read poetry with Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Jim Morrison (yes, that one), played briefly in a band opening for the Everly Brothers, has a needle point in the Smithsonian collection, and on and on. I’m not kidding. Like many true artists, he lived a very modest life, although he continued to purchase art, including mine, with what little money he had. He loved being surrounded by it.