Libertycon 32, A Post About Art

The problem with writing about Libertycon is there is just so much going on when you are there that it all kind of gets blended together, with little bits that sometimes stand out brighter than others.  That doesn’t mean that other conversations or panels were any less entertaining or informative, it just means that my brain picked specific parts to pin down separately. I went to several panels a day and spoke to dozens of people. I also visited the dealer’s room several times as well as the art show.

It was at the art show that I picked up some notecard prints by Theresa Mather.  I love her art. I had some other notecards with me but I decided to use one of these for my project.

I may have mentioned before that I have a young cousin that is interesting in writing as well. I had the idea that this year at Libertycon I would ask some of the authors I spoke with to write down one small piece of advice for her. Everyone I asked was nice enough to agree and I was able to send her a beautiful little card with the words of 10 different writers enclosed. (I now wish I took a picture of the notecard before I mailed it to her.) Hopefully, she will like it.

The artist guest of honor at Libertycon 32 was Mitch Foust. While admiring his art in the dealer’s room several different people at different times noticed something very familiar about one of his paintings. The man in it was the spitting image of my friend and author Dan Hollifield. Author Stephanie Osborn noticed it too and was quick to pull Dan down to the dealer’s room after opening ceremonies. I was on hand to take a picture. Dan’s wife bought the print, the resemblance was too uncanny. Mitch Foust had never met Dan before but he painted him very well. dan print 2

 

 

Published by: thecoffeefox

Once upon a time there was a woman who was a writer. She was either cursed or blessed from birth to be so and there was much debate on which it was. One day a very discouraging (and not very original) person told her not to give up her day job. The woman smiled and said that was a wonderful idea. Following the unwittingly clever advice of her critic, the woman found a job working nights, which left her days free to write. Even better, the night job had an unusual schedule which packed two weeks worth of work into one, so the writer was able to have every other week off to sit on her front porch, daydream, and of course write. However, working at night and writing during the day left little time for sleep, so the poor writer occasionally went a little mad, but she decided it was an acceptable price to pay to be able to continue following her curse-blessing. Also she likes tea. :)

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