This past weekend was glorious, the colors, the weather and we spent it at my favorite art festival, Roseland Cottage part of Historic New England properties.
I find I'm not not participating in many art fairs, I'm trying my hardest to be an exclusive gallery painter. And then The Roseland Art Fair happens. And I rethink everything.
This show is my most revered for a number of reasons. The property and grounds are stunning, the art fair has been running for 34 years and is the most organized and well run, every detail is thought out. The other artisans are, well I could shop there all day if I wasn't in the show. I love the other work the painter, the glass work, ceramics and on and on. And the hotel we always stay at in Southbridge> I always enjoy this weekend event.
Nevertheless what puts it over the top are the people. And that is what makes me rethinking Art Fairs. Over the weekend countless people stopped by this year-just to visit a minute and tell me how much they love the piece they bought from me last year. They would tell me how x painting hangs over the fireplace and its the first thing they see when they enter that room and they are still in love with it. One lady told me that her father hung the birch painting he bought last year next to his rocker and her husband chimed in that he absolutely loves that painting. It takes him back to a memory, and he loves it. Another mother and daughter stopped by the mom bought a couple of pieces last year and this year they came back for more, they are decorating there houses in Tamara Gonda. It made me so happy. Others stopped by first thing and without much thought bought what they first saw and loved- they learned from last year if they make the rounds the piece they wanted won't be there when they get back. Not to forget the last call of the day lady, She stopped in 20 minutes before the show ended at 4:10 looked in my booth and fell head over heals with the painting above ( the one on the left). She gave me her business card and ask me to call her if she did not come back by the end of the show to buy it. She said call me me, and tell me didn't you want that painting. She walked in never thinking for a moment that she was going to buy a painting that day- she was I think scouting around for Christmas presents. 4:30 came I was packing thinking oh well-- then there she appeared. And she took it home. I truly hope I see her next year and she stops by to tell me she's still in love with it.
The people are what make that show. They value hand made, artistically made things that they love and will use or see in there homes for years and years to come.
So at least for now I hope to keep doing that show.