Lauren's Answers to my Annoying Interview Questions:
Dear Rosalie,
I posted a photo of the door plate along with my face in the picture. I hope you enjoyed it, I am thee most photogenic person I know.
As for the interview questions:
1. My foot is a size 8 or 9, it always depends on the shoe. The actual length of my foot is 25 cm in length and no, I will not give you the measurement in inches because I am Canadian and I'm sure you can figure it out. (1 in=2.5 cm)
About twice a month. And he has set up his own art trading project inspired by bARTer Sauce. He's a fan. And I'm a fan of him. All that said, I've had to come up with probably hundreds of "interview" questions for Nik to answer.
So this time we're going with Fun Facts! Fun. Facts about Nik:
I compulsively cut my hair. Not in any professional way. In my mind it looks good but in the mirror not so much.
Nik's answers to my increasingly weird "interview" questions:
Q: Do you know anyone who snorts when they laugh?
A: 3 out of every 5
Q: Have you ever farted while sneezing?
A: Sometimes I've squirted
Q: Do you make your own hummus or do you let the grocery store rape you at $4 or so for a tiny container of the least expensive food on the planet: beans?
Two women show up unexpectedly and give me a box of trading cards that they made featuring bARTer Sauce items and stories. These two kind women have used bARTer Sauce for a class project and distributed some trading cards around the city advertising bARTer Sauce at First Thursday. I had no idea.
Then, imagine a young man walking in. HOLDING ONE OF THE TRADING CARDS....
Royce came to First Thursday in February 2008 armed with a backpack full of paintings
. At first I thought he was going to give them ALL to me, but then I realized I was just a greedy, little piggy and in fact, he just brought me many OPTIONS. Which is almost as good.
My studio partner, Kimberly, is awesome. She runs Stir and paints silk scarves and ties. And she paints baseball hats with robots on them. Awesome. Robots are awesome!
I met this guy at the coffee shop in Georgetown (I can say that because Georgetown is the one place in Seattle that only has one coffee shop) and we did the trade.
I love his painting. Excuse me, my eyes are up here! Oh...wait.
My favorite! We had plenty of time to do the trade while we were waiting in line for coffee because everyone and their mother was there with their dogs.
Argh. Dogs. I like dogs. But not in my coffee. And certainly not in line in front of me. Why do they get to be in front of me. That blows.
