Saturday night Randy and I went to an Art Reception at Arsaga’s on Crossover. The flyer advertising the Art Show went something like this: BREAK MY HEART ART SHOW . . . Come enjoy Paintings, Irish Coffee, Music, and Snacks . . . THIS WILL BE FUN . . . “Four thumbs up,” Dr. Jekyll – “It’s alive,” Dr. Frankenstein – “Burns calories,” Dr. Ruth – “Far out and cool,” Dr. Leary – “Nein,” Dr. Strangelove . . . FOUR OUT OF FIVE DOCTORS AGREE
Who could resist such an invitation? One of the featured artists was Nathan Beatty . . .
. . . an amazing Colorist – a bit like Vincent Van Gogh, except with both ears – and his own style . . .
I have always been fascinated by Nathan’s trees. I remember one such surreal experience when my brother hit me upside my head when I was 9 years old. I ran past him just as he flung his arm out. It was a bit like having the horse under you head for a low branch. My feet flipped higher than my head. For a few moments while I teetered over unconsciousness, I stared up at the huge oak in our yard. Nathan’s tree pictures give one the same unworldly experience except WITHOUT the spinning and nausea. Nathan’s art hovers in its own world of brilliance, dreams, and far-side humor. I could happily get lost in his paintings for hours.
The other artist featured that night was Debi Grimm. She illustrates children’s books with a playful, warm, ‘Grandma Moses’ feel to her art . . .
But her other art . . .
Has a wide variety of style.
The evening seemed to be divided into 3 separate highlights. The first part was just seeing the explosion of color when we walked into Arsaga’s. Paintings lined the walls and covered the long tables. A violinist was playing in the corner by the window, Debi was milling and greeting, and Nathan was milling and bartending. Someone had to allot the tot of whiskey for the Irish coffee . . .
The second highlight of the evening came after long time friends of ours arrived . . . Jack and Lisa Bauer. The plan was to sneak an eggnog, wallow in art, then run over to a neighboring restaurant for dinner as soon as Jack’s ‘EAT NOW’ timer popped up.
Then we went back to the art reception for the 3rd highlight – Irish coffee, conversation, and sitting down in comfortable chairs.
(It had been a long week.)
We chatted until Arsaga’s scheduled band for that evening came in and set up. The coffee shop began to fill with teenagers . . . Children with driver’s licenses . . . Deaf children with car stereos . . . All of them the width of nervous pencils. The band started to make their McNoise. We couldn’t tell if they were tuning up, or playing their music. Nathan called them minimalist and added his own beatnik version of Sting’s ‘Roxanne’ everytime they struck a chord and then dwindled into silence. Then it suddenly sobered us to realize that none of the band’s fans were old enough to get the joke.
But then the band started playing in earnest. They HAD just been tuning up. They were surprisingly good for 3 LOUD stage frightened boys with instruments.
But Randy and I decided that it was time to go home when the blood started trickling from our middle-aged ears.
Thank you Nathan and Debi, Jack and Lisa, for such a good wind-down to a hectic few weeks. Until the next art show. . .