Which is why I didn't know about Montevallo Art Festival, which was yesterday, at beautiful Orr Park, on a gorgeous April day. Thank goodness my son loves art and adventure as much as I do, and was SO SWEET to text me with pictures and a commanding, "you'll love it, you gotta come!"
And so I did. (To those who have heard me preach about Living a Life Worth Writing About: me dumping the computer and ignoring the day's word count in a favor of an experience is a perfect example of what I mean when I talk about this.)
Some of the art exists in the park year-round:
Don't you love those faces?! And here's some of the art I bought:
egg-shaped gourds that have been painted and designed with a wood-burning tool and will be gifts
another funky art-piece gift (for a funky art-boy)
a colorful music-themed art gift (for a colorful music-boy)
...and a fun life-motto (for a non-status quo boy)
As if that wasn't enough art for one day, oldest son went with friends for art/music-inspired PAINT THE TOWN RED while rest of us went to a play at Hoover Library Theatre called WOODY GUTHRIE: WHEN THE CURFEW BLOWS. It's a one-man show about Woody's life and times as told in 1952 from the psychiatric ward.
Great show from a talented and enthusiastic up-n-comer actor/writer Rob Tepper.
Nice touch: they banded us all as psychiatric patients and Woody addressed us as fellow residents in need of meds. :)
And now: MUST WRITE.
Don't forget to check-in with Ruth to read the progress of our progressive poem! Half-way there now... I love it!