Michael Frank, Curator-in-chief of the Museum of Bad Art visited Seattle a few weeks ago to do a book signing in my studio.
He was kind enough to bring this piece to trade to The Sauce (okay, I demanded a trade -- but still...nice of him).
He still has yet to send me a story, so I've cobbled together some bits from our email exchange re: our very different lodgings in Portland. I'm sure Michael will send a story someday, but in the meantime, enjoy this.
This cat painting wasn't awful enough for the Museum of Bad Art (MOBA) to put in their permanent collection so they passed it on to me.
What's funny to me is that this painting of a kitty looks more realistic than our friends cat: Curly Burnt Whiskers who got his name because he liked to sleep on a radiator and it burned the whiskers on half of his face. He also likes to chew on curtains and look around with a blank look on his face. He's special.
Colin was unfortunately the loser in the first ever, and possibly only, bARTer Sauce trade competition.
He was a little upset that he had to compete against a real museum with a mailing list. He really didn't do so badly considering. In fact, for quite awhile, he was completely kicking the museum's ass. But then they got around to sending some info out to their mailing list ....and well, Colin lost.
"Cockfighters" was presented to MOBA by Ron Claiborne, one of the hosts of ABC's Good Morning America who came to interview us for a feature. They did a fine production job - the place was lit beautifully, and Ron had clearly done his homework about MOBA. I was put off by his attitude though; he was interested and engaged when we talked with the lights on and the camera rolling, but as soon as we stopped for a break he would immediately look down and be consumed with checking his email or whatever from his blackberry device.
Sometimes fate comes together to save things worth saving.
It also sometimes steps in at just the right moment to save stupid projects that I'm working on. After I accidently deleted my bARter Sauce mailing list and then pieced it back together email address by email address based solely on my immaculate memory, I sent out a threat about the potential demise of The Sauce.
