Posted by: Dave
We had so much fun again this year at the PSoA we thought we would rub it in for those who couldn't make it. The coordinators of this event truly know how to put on an amazing show. They had top artists, great vendors, seminars, haunted pony rides, all-you-can-eat ice cream buffets, and even an opium den for the down times. This was the first year we were asked to be presenters on a discussion panel, so we feel like we're moving up in the art world. In addition, I also received a certificate of excellence for "Red Sky." One day, not long from now, all you readers can say "I read Dave's blog before he was a rich and famous thousandaire." All photos are courtesy of images ripped off from Facebook.
Jeff Hein and me feeling dumb about paints while listening to George O'Hanlon wax poetic about obscure paint chemistry.
Quang "the man with a plan" Ho.
Some works we had on display demonstrating our use of Rublev paints.
Kate and me presenting stuff about.....blogging.
Also on the panel were Chris Saper and Judy Takacs Pendergast.
But now I have to take a tangent off into left field and talk about the town of Reston, which is where the conference was held. It was one of the oddest places I have ever been. If aliens wanted to create a human habitat in their zoo, it would look like Reston. Every single tree trunk had the same diameter. Every hedge and shrub was perfectly pruned. All the buildings and sidewalks and roads looked immaculate and new. There was one of every type of restaurant, and the broad sampling of stores had no customers in them except for us. Kate and I debated long and hard whether anyone really lived in Reston, or whether the buildings were actually just cardboard cutouts. At one point we said out loud, "If people actually lived here, you'd see people walking their dogs." Five seconds later, six people walking purebred dogs sauntered by, just as if somebody on a walky-talky had given the signal.
Reston. Perhaps....too perfect?