watercolour, sketchbook, about an hour or so ago; davis farmer's market, full of people voting no on measure whatever, buying fruit veg and watermelons, enjoying the september air. I hid behind my bike for safety. There was a local christian group of youths putting on a performance of the life of st patrick, or summink, or nuffink, no, but yeh, shuddup i aint not never done it or nuffink. I wish it were like that but it wasn't. It was very 'christian' ('oh well we're not really a church, we're y'know a fun place to chill and find out about jesus' one said to a prospective member afterwards). There were sons and daughters of hippies with big cars; one kid had really bad long hair in a pony-tail, bragging to his mum about being given a zero-sugar drink. Even the dogs would only chew organic free-range bones. This is not burnt oak market, let me tell you. I'm a long way from home now.
a burnt oaker at the farmer's market
23.9.06 22:33
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simplelsie / Website (24.9.06 00:12) Your farmers market looks a lot fancier than mine, but then mine doesn't have christian-claiming people. We did have plenty of peppers, though and they looked like a fun group--bright colors all crowding close together. I think I prefer the peppers for company, even though they didn't put on a skit. |
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Jana Bouc / Website (25.9.06 08:10) This is my favorite painting of yours so far! Great story too. I'm glad you gave the farmers market a try. It's interesting how when you're drawing and painting outdoors the stuff people say somehow gets embedded in the drawing. |
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Red Queen / Website (25.9.06 15:11) Did no one even ask whether you had bike trouble, this time? Honestly. What were they thinking of. |
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petescully (25.9.06 20:36) No, this time my camouflage worked perfectly. I blended in behind my bike unnoticed by the melon-farmers. |
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