So there was this art fest thingamajig today down by the river today. Some of it was in fact in a van down by the river. No fooling.
The Stone Arch Festival of the Arts, I believe it was called. Named after the fancy stone bridge over the Mighty Miss connecting the park where the Fest was to the other bank, the Western Frontier, the Wild West. It's a pretty old and pretty sweet bridge, though it is not in fact that bridge that was the original gateway to the West of this country. That bridge doesn't stand anymore, but several have been rebuilt in its very location. The Hennepin Ave suspension bridge, with the rather dapper green lanterns, would be the current incarnation.
I feel like I should have a wagon.
Anyway, my point would be that yours truly and a certain waffler -- not John Kerry -- went and had a look around. The $2 beer garden turned out to be the $6 per bottle of beer garden, so instead the much needed refreshments for the toasty roasty 90+ degree weather were in the form of what I gather were tug boat hull squeezed hard lemonades and tug boat propeller stirred margaritas. Oh, and Mich Golden Light.
As for the art, somebody had a really sweet ceramic tile version of that one famous Japanese illustration of the wave. I almost got it for my bathroom. However, much more interesting was the Adam Turman booth. He not only designed the artwork for the Stone Arch Fest itself, but having met him in person via Jesse via Jody I have become something of a fan.
He had a spectacular selection of buttons of both the pin and magnet variety. The awfulwaffle got the full mustache series, and me being somewhat of a button aficionado, I got myself a complete button series of his local scenes prints plus some pirates, hotdish (that's caserole for you WI folks), animal fights, and buxom babes.
The wafflenator also picked up an ever-so-amazing apron, and speaking of Western Wagons, to my buttons I added a band poster for a really great local act, Thunder in the Valley.
It's funny because I was flipping through the books of posters, and when I had almost settled on death and destruction, the amber waves of grain caught my attention. What am I saying? The fricken hot air balloon is on fire in the one I bought. I still settled on death and destruction.
I had my poster choice picked out, and Adam was rolling up an untouched copy of the poster for me when I happened to look down and notice the edition number on the example print in the book. 74/75. It was the 74th print out of 75 in the edition. Not only was I [not] surprised that I had picked the poster I did now, but I actually convinced Adam to give me the "floor model" so I could take that edition home with me.
And I did. The End.
I am not allowed to buy any more Adam Turman posters.
*clap* horray posts