Well, the Gallery Talk at the West End Gallery is coming tomorrow and I am getting things ready.
I have gotten the ingredients together for the cooking demonstration of dishes from my new cookbook, Recipes From the Lonely Man Buffet. Actually, this didn’t take long- it’s a single can of Heinz Vegetarian Beans eaten out of the can over the kitchen sink. My cookbook is very thin.
I have shined my kazoo so it shines brightly when I play a few selections from my upcoming CD, KazooPaloozah: Live from the Lonely Man Buffet.
I am also working on my impressions of 19th century British Prime Ministers. I’ve got both Gladstone and Disraeli down cold. You’ll think they’re in the room!
And…
Okay, I’ve had enough. Let me be honest for a moment.
Tomorrow is the Gallery Talk at the West End Gallery. It begins at 1 PM.
It will consist of me, a middle-aged guy with a bad haircut and a few extra pounds, talking about art and some other stuff for a short time. I encourage– actually, I depend on– questions and interaction with the audience. Hopefully, I will transmit some information and maybe make you laugh once or twice.
There will be refreshments. Yes, we will feed you and have drinks of some sort.
There will be seats for most of you so get there early to grab one.
Most importantly, at the end there will be a drawing for the painting, Night Oath. You can see it at the top. It sizes out with mat and frame at 18″ by 27″, so it is not a small piece.
Plus, there are other prizes that I will not disclose at this time. If you have attended in the past, you know what I am talking about.
And it’s all free for anyone who stumbles through the door and sits through an hour of me trying to sell you timeshares for Alabama Shores, a condo overlooking a small pond in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. Oops, I let the cat out of the bag.
Okay, that’s obviously not true. But seriously, I make this promise: It will not be the worst hour you ever spend.
What more could you ask for?
Hope to see you there tomorrow.
Redtree Times 