Being at the opening of a show is important, and I had quite and adventure going there. I was all "dolled up" and ready to roar, and the car decided to refuse to start that particular morning... What to do, when the venue was on the other side of town, and there was the opening ceremony one couldn't miss? Luckily, the neighbour was just going into town, so I hitched a ride, left Hubby with the car to charge the battery. Found a taxi, and it got me there just in time.
After a speach by the boss of the place, Ricardo Donoso (in smaller picture below), and before another by a local politician, they asked all the artists to step up to the front, and tell our names and where our paintings were hung. (Yours truly in red, with green scarf
, listening to politician. Funnily, the only other person not dressed in black happened to stand next to me.)
Ah, an opportunity to tote the horn for pastels! So when it was my turn, I projected my voice (choir practice), and said: "Hi, my name is Charlie, and I paint in Soft Pastels
in one of the impressionist techniques, and it hangs over there." A CV in just one sentence, and promoting soft pastels too! Economical.
The opening day had many visitors, the next shots were taken towards the end of the day, when there was room to take pictures.
And to my joy, the painting is reserved for a collector!