I haven’t updated my site in ages. There are far too many reasons to explain. One of those reasons (and one of the reasons I don’t care to take the time to explain) is the first of two carpal tunnel surgeries. I shouldn’t really be typing. …Oh, and I’m not. Right, right. I’m pounding my face against the keyboard and it’s just pure Shakespearean-chimps-at-typewriter chance that words and coherent sentences are the result. It’s really creepy.
Anyway, I want to share at least a peak at what’s developing in my world of busking. Pavement art is getting progressively hard on my body… So, I’ve decided to start building an other-worldly walk-about character who will surely help me ruin the remaining parts of my body left undmanged by chalk. So far, I call her “Faunus”.
I’ll let the photos do the typing now, but stay tuned for a finished, full body faun, late in 2011…
A great candid photo taken by Quade Hermann at the Toronto Buskerfest. Thank you, Quade!
Never has my filthiness looked so elegant.
I think I enjoyed this weekend’s Dundas Busker Festival on a new level than others I’ve been involved with. This is the first time I’ve festivalled at home. It felt pretty great. It’s very surreal to be working a festival and see people you know. I even met old childhood friends I hadn’t seen for nearly a decade.
I liked it.
It was a really great festival for meeting more performer friends, comparing some of them to their online forum personalities, and thoroughly enjoying the Fast Horse Family. Judy Boswell, Paul Maskell and all others involved were really great to festival with and it’s apparent that they love doing it (one should never run a festival if they don’t love doing it. It’s a festival!)
I met some great people this year.
My chalk drawing ~ I chose a strange piece of pavement. I chose it for location, but as soon as I had committed myself with my fat, black outlines I realized the texture was going to be a challenge. What I lacked in detail due to bumpiness, I think I made up for in size and sheer audacity. I hope to do this piece again soon so that I can get in all the shiny spots, gleams and colours I wasn’t able to accomplish this weekend.
But here we are:
I seem to have mastered the pre-teen boy demographic. Chalk time is the only time I’m ever cool with tweens. For young teens to actually give me real money is a huge compliment and success. …they don’t usually think to give that stuff away.
One young girl came along, looked at the piece and said, “Oooooooh, I get it.”
I took a beautiful double take and said, “You DO?? …Oh. I see. Well, I guess I’m glad someone does.”
Another woman insisted for some time that it was a 3D chalk piece, like the kind she’s seen on the internet.
I told her it wasn’t that sort of drawing, but she told me that, yes, it absolutely was. I’d like to know what medication she’s taking, but I’m glad she appreciated it on a level that didn’t even exist.
“Monkey On My Back”
My summer of chalking up busker festivals across the country was a great success. It was my first year of organized busking events and there were some steep learning curves to plow through, but the people and the places were a great joy. No where else can I meet such a diverse group of people in one room. Musicians, comics, contortionists, fire acts, freak show acts, magicians, visual artists, dancers, people who make bologna sandwiches with their feet, and combinations of all of the above — all in one world-wide, yet tightly knit community. It’s truly something to experience.
In a warm and dry climate I could continue drawing on the pavement, but winter hits hard in Canada. Now it’s time to focus on the other festivals. Film, to be exact. Be sure to watch for my updates on that front.