Wednesday, August 26, 2009
So the word on the Street at Indian Market this year was that Monty Singer got robbed - that his spectacular pastel piece "The Long Walk" shoulda won *something*, probably shoulda won Best in Classification, but didn't win nuthin' at all because of the political content of the piece, which skewers, (and rightly so) casinos, which in a sad twist of fate has become THE sacred cow of the Native World.
I didn't attend Indian Market this year, so I can't really say for sure. I had planned to attend the show at Max's Cafe that many said was the talk of the event, but didn't because I got wind of a plan that artist America Meredith was going to have me *BARRED FROM THE VENUE* were I to show up. Tickled me pink to know I have that much impact even from far far away. I decided at the last minute to avoid the drama and do something else with my weekend, worked on my latest novella, cleaned my room, did my laundry, and spent time with my family. My phone rang non-stop from various artists and collectors who were sad not to see me, but sometimes you just have to assess how the wind is blowing and walk the other direction. Besides - sometimes you just don't know what you mean to a society until you've got reason to say no to it. Perhaps next year. Perhaps not. There's a lot else out there to write about, you know.
Posted by by gregoryp(tm) aka Gregory Pleshaw at 10:07 PM