The ecstasy... we sold both days and it was raining! Frisco is a beautiful town. Oddly enough, we sold to a family that didn’t even know an Art Festival was happening. They have been looking for Art for three years. Two of our 60x40’s were purchased by them.

It rained most of the weekend, but around 3pm on Sunday the sun came out and dried up everything. Thank goodness we didn’t have to pack up wet. On our travels from Beaver Creek to Frisco we learned our house was struck by lightening. It blew out the four transformer things in the meter box. 1600.00 later our electricity was back on. Thanks to Raphael Simon.
oh did I tell you the transmission fluid was burning off the tailpipe? The mountains are ruff on an art packed vehicle. Nobody tells you to rest your car, well here it is, rest your car. Fortunately the transmission is A, OK. However after our first leg leaving Frisco in Bowie Texas our battery light came on...Ugh. We stopped at a Ford Dealership, it was the alternator 400 dollars later and 2 1/2 hours we were back on the road. We did meet some very interesting people, Mary a former truck driver, use to haul grain. She drove us to the Golden Chicken to get lunch. Texas Hospitality. I have to say I had the best chicken salad sandwich of my life! Then there was Brian he reads Ora’s apparently mine is green. He said he woke up in a morgue, on a slab yes a morgue, in the box, the silver door, a refrigerator, a morgue. He claimed he has died twice.
All in all we had a great time. We handled our tribulations with poise and dignity. BTW I have never seen more land in my entire life, New Mexico’s colors are awesome!

Reverse paintings and two sculpture pieces the agony began. At Beaver Creek the turn out was low, for us it was not a buying crowd. After driving 32 hours to get here our hopes were high. Maybe we should have been high. The altitude affected me, I felt like I was gonna fall over any minute. I also felt like I could cry any minute. We didn’t sell anything! Does our work suck? Maybe we should have brought something else... a lot of money in Beaver Creek, but not for us. Many other artists said Sunday was the buying day, well, none of our be backs came back and Sunday was worse than Saturday. To top it all off It started to rain and we had to pack it all up wet...yuck. Moral of the story... sell in your own backyard....I am a sea level gal.