Young Artists are the Key To Summer Art Festivals

Young Artists are the Key To Summer Art Festivals

ButterflyWe need your help supporting a young artist selling her dynamic photos at at a summer art festival, the Port Clinton Art Festival.   It started as a means to teach Lulu about economics and the difficulty that artists face when trying to sell their work.  But now our little “Kayla Keats Photography” initiative has morphed into so much more.  What started out as taking some pictures at the Chicago Botanic Garden, developing them at Costco and then selling them at the Port Clinton Art Festival in Highland Park on August 23rd and 24th has become a family affair. Flower2 In May, Adam and Lulu decided that they wanted to spend an afternoon together.  (I was all for some Daddy-Daughter bonding time.) So, they grabbed their cameras and took off.  A few hours later, Lulu shot over 200 photos with her Nikon D70.  It took a few weeks but Lulu edited her remarkable photos and dwindled the collection to 12 AMAZING shots.   She decided that she wanted to sell her photos and, hopefully, make enough money to buy herself a new computer for school.  (She starts 6th grade on Thursday, August 21st – just a few days short of Lulu’s 11th birthday.) So, with our encouragement, our young artist paid the entrance fee and became an official exhibitor at the Port Clinton Art Festival. kayla-portclinton-9 As her biggest supporters (and pseudo-benefactors), Adam and I purchased matting and plastic bags.  We helped her price her work so she could recoup our expenses and still make a profit.  And lastly, Adam created a website where she can sell her photos (in addition to the Port Clinton Art Festival) to friends and family who aren’t able to make the event.  

So, now we are asking for your support and help.  Lulu is so excited to exhibit her work and hopes that her friends and local family will attend the fair and support her.  But she is also at an age where she is skeptical that people will actually purchase her art.  Sure, she figures, her parents and grandparents HAVE TO LIKE her photos—we’re related to her.  But Lulu has confessed to me that she isn’t sure that others will feel as excited by her art.  We disagree and hope that you will too. kayla-portclinton-11 Won’t you please log onto and purchase at least 1 or 2 of her pictures? As an added incentive, we have created a promotion that will take 20% off the total cost of your purchase.   Please use PORTCLINTON14 for a 20% coupon.   Please help us support a young artist and her passion for seeing the world through the lens of her camera.   Adam and I appreciate your help and hope that you love her pictures as much as we do!

Department of Motor Vehicles: A Funny Place to Find Yourself

As a known procrastinator, it is not surprising that I waited until almost my birthday to renew my driver’s license.  So in an effort not to get stuck in a bad spot (like a expired license) or upset my spouse, I decided to go visit our local MVA early (to beat the lunch crowd) and hopefully zip in an zip out.  No such luck.  However the time did give me a chance to look around at my fellow “brethren” and to think .

I observed that there were as many older folks as there were younger.  There were so many Octogenarians and ( I don’t even know the word for) 90+ year olds waiting to renew their licenses.  Many of them could not walk well.  Some could not hear their names being called by the MVA staff  while others were accompanied by their adult children.  

At the same time, there was the younger crowd (okay, they were mostly girls) talking on their cell phones or texting while waiting in line with their parents who probably sat several seats behind them.  <Renee ROLLS HER EYES realizing that this will soon be her.> 

Anyway, I could not figure out who I would feel safer driving behind:  The aged man who could neither hear (apparently he could see well enough to get a license) nor walk well or the distracted 16 year old paying attention to her ipod, phone, texting and yelling at her buddies in the car next to her.

Jury says: Aged Man.  At least he knows that he is a bit of a risk on the road and will perhaps take some (?) precautions? 

I spoke with my grandfather about this issue several years ago when he turned 90.  I asked him when he was going to give it up and let others drive him where he needs to go.  His answer was surprisingly honest and revealing.  He told me that, to him, giving up his license was admitting that he was old and no longer capable of taking care of his life.  His license = freedom.  I totally get that.  After all, I quit a job at a summer camp in N.C. when I was twenty because I did not have a set of wheels and felt trapped.  Since then, I have never been without a car–NEVER!  I can’t stand the feeling of being anywhere without an escape plan.  I can’t imagine being told, “Sorry, we know that you need to go to the store but you aren’t allowed to drive anymore so you are going to have to wait until it is convenient for someone else to take you!”  Not gonna happen willingly!

Which leads me to my next topic du-jour: The Porsche.

I love our 1997 Porsche Boxster.  I have always wanted a little zippy car.  Okay, we bought it for my husband but I figured, with a little practice, I can teach myself how to drive it.  It has been an embarrassing nightmare made worse by the fact that I live in an affluent area where everyone seems to have at least one really nice car, knows each other, has no patience for new drivers (particularly those in sports cars) and that the car is bright yellow!  I know, I know, “Poor little thing, can’t drive her stupid overpriced car” <said in a mocking, whiny voice> but it is really bothering me.  I am not a person who takes “NO” easily for an answer.  Even worse, I am pretty good at coming up with a good work around; but not this time. 

So tonight, my MIL is picking up dd from school and I will have a chance to go home and take the car out while I do my various errands in town.  It is not supposed to rain and the weather is finally lovely here.  So, if you happen to see a yellow Porsche Boxster stalled out at a stop sign and a little woman yelling incoherently at the steering wheel, please give her a little slack.  She knows that she can’t drive the thing.  She knows that she looks like a complete ass.  And yes, she knows that she needs to release slowly on the clutch while slowly depressing on the gas.  Easier said than done for the girl who was kicked off of the field hockey team for complete and total lack of coordination!

And, yes, I got my driver’s license today too.