back on the venice boardwalk. you could fry an egg on my foot. thousands of people pass by everyday. some of them don't even glance to the side, some few do a double take and stop.
i have prints fo $10, $20 if i sign them and $30 if thy are framed. original watercolors and oils are priced way below their intrinsic value. $350,$250 and $100 like that.
for five days i've been sitting here from 9:00 a.m. until 7:00 p.m. and haven't made a penny.
but i'm meeting people and giving out cards. my patience is infinite. Besides i don't know what else to do.
if i stay here long enough, eventually, some art dealer, gallery owner or designer will come by and give me a break. that's what we imagine.
meanwhile the houseing situation is precarious. my last day in sylmar will be july 31st. my last day house sitting in venice will be the 23rd. i don't think i can bear spending a single night in the sylmar house the way i feel about being evicted for letting my friend barbara park her car in my space.
it's a terrible feeling to be hated and not know why. i can only speculate… but not here… not now anyway.
i'm leaving and that's the end of that chapter.