For some reason there has been a renewed interest in bARTer Sauce, my experiment in trading for art and odd objects. The idea is that whatever I get, I trade for something else. And everyone I trade with has to tell me a story. This past couple of weeks have been a whirlwind of trades and trade offers. Ba-zang!
Here's what I got from Will recently (click on the links to read the stories that came with each item):
bARTer Sauce normally trades everything that comes through the inventory for something else. I made an exception once and just gave something away. For charity. Don't judge me. I make the damn rules people. I make the rules. My friend & ex-roomie Val is involved with SketchFest and they had a fundraiser. I had lots of drinks at said fundraiser.
A couple of my bARTer Sauce traders like to remix the art that they get from my project and turn it into other arts. Here's some of their recent, cool stuffs.
It took me a minute, but then once Doug explained it to me, I saw it. Men are smart. I made Mark trade this to me through sheer guilt alone. Perfect.
He's an artist. One of the few actual artists who have decided to support The Sauce at this point. And while I totaly appreciated his trade offer of a Crow Cannon, I made him throw in an actual piece of art too.
Because I am evil. And selfish. And greedy. End of story.
(or as I call it, "Hey, my eyes are up here...oh wait!") She has eyes on her boobs. It seems like that would be a waste of time unless you walked around naked all the time. Maybe once we started wearing clothes, the eyes on boobs gene was phased out because it no longer served any purpose.
Here's the story. Some details have been changed out of respect for the fact that I'm posting this personal story on the internet:
