DaDa Salon 08.08.08 had to happen, and it happened in style. Kudos for that.

You showed up in hordes, consumed the Shangri-La Diner with nonsense, and created some of the most bizarre artwork the world has seen! Thank you Neo-Dadaist, Thank you.

Get you lazy bum over to this flickr set, where you can see 40+ images of DaDa nonsense.

Okay, I didn’t take any more pictures because, well, the 2nd day was WAY slower than the first. There wasn’t really any excitement for me to photograph. Boo.

I’ll leave you with a picture Jane Linders snapped. It’s pretty strange. Cate and myself are practicing for the world’s first androgynous face-off competition. I think we will be a tough act to beat. Go ahead… try to tell us apart. That’s right, you can’t! The weirdest part, however, has to be that totally inconspicuous stalker guy in the top left corner (with a camera).

The first day of the Independent Craft Sale and Exhibition is over! It went pleasantly well. There was a good stream of people flowing through all day long due to the Open Studios! Cate and myself had a good time catching up on all of the gossip from the last couple of months; and boy was there a lot of it! Cool!

So, without further ado, here are some photos of our table-booth thing. Yeah.

I’ll take some more photos tomorrow when I’m not so super tired.

I’m glad I get to look at him every day for a few more weeks! He’s a dirty old war veteran… and he won’t stop asking me for change.

He was created by the amazing plush-master Spooky Daddy! He is currently on display at Cranky Yellow as part of the Crammed Organisms Show (which only runs for a few more weeks)! You had better get to our place, Star Clipper Comics, APOP Records, and Subterranean Books before this show closes! It’s unbelievable!

We had abit of an opening party last night with the famous Denise Simon. Wine, cheese, board games, tarot readings; all the important ingredients necessary for an art show opening were present. Well, okay, just the Cranky Yellow brand of art shows. We do things a little differently here, as some of you may have noticed. Ya see, we aren’t frumpity bumpities, we don’t try to even seem professional; the Cranky Crew is a laid back bunch, a crack team of loud-mouths, psychos, social rejects, and hyperactive nit-wits. We’re damn proud of it too; so if any of you indie-artists are interested in having a show here let this be a warning to you. The following isn’t one of my usual blogs, full of all of those annoying things called “words” and “sentences”. I took about ten million pictures at the show, a handful of which weren’t blurry, and have constructed for your pleasure a picture-with-caption adventure:

Denise as she sees Cranky Yellow HQ for the very first time; second thoughts perhaps?

The guy on the left started out pretty confident but that didn’t last long.

I don’t know why the blue-shirted lady was whispering to Denise’s neck,

but I am sure the secret will be kept.

I have never seen anyone paint so intricately with so small a brush on

a sandwich board.

Dinah decided that she was more important than a game of Apples to

Apples, she was right of course. We ended up letting her guard the cards for

the duration of the game. She attacked anyone that tried to take a card

back after they laid it down.

Britton, the most colorful girl in the room, tried desperately to get people

to engage in silliness of various sorts. Our artist and her friends went along

with it spiritedly. I am afraid, however, the grumpiest libertarian wasn’t

having it (second to the far right).

You can’t see it in this picture but Dinah had one too many glasses of

wine and started telling really bad dead baby jokes.

At this point even the camera was a little drunk.

I’ve never seen a guy so embarrassed by someone turning the air

conditioning on.

The girl in the foreground is perhaps one of the sweetest people I have

ever met. Whenever she talks it’s like rays of candy-butter are flying

out of her mouth.

A trans-dimensional being named “Alex-22″ popped into existence for

the night. I think he was telling them a story of how washing-machines

in his plane of existence are execution devices.

This is the national dance of Neo-tri-merica. The

trans-dimensionals were very kind in sharing their

alchoholic culture with us (in their primary universe

they never had prohibition, they also have an extra

knee-cap for every third person born).

A local nun-hippy ended up attending the party. She

talked about nothing but Jesus and kaleidoscopes.

Not even free food can please the grumpiest libertarian.

Five seconds before the picture was taken: “I look

really bad, I feel so embarrassed”.

Indie Valentine was a huge success. Which is sooooo pleasing! It was so amazing to be able to plan such a massive event with such amazing people! Huge thank you to April of and Laurene of the St. Louis Craft Mafia!

Here is the video from the show… and a few photos.
Enjoy!

Lots of new stuff in the works. Expect some better posts soon.
(geez… I am bad at writing interesting news)

In slight jealousy of Cate’s newest blog post… I decided to do one too!

Strange Folk 2007 Rocked! We would have made a video but the camera is broken. Yikes.

Here are some photos:

Our Booth!

Some of the many vendors!

The sweet goods I snagged from Box Wonder and Jenny Harada!

I really can not wait until next year!

I’m finally back from Arkansas. Here are some super awesome highlights from my trip:

I passed through a town called Possum Grape. I find it very funny that Opossum is misspelled.

There was a huge field of cotton on fire. This is what the cloud of smoke looked like from the interstate highway.

I stopped in at this REALLY hillbilly gas station. They had a major grasshopper problem. They were all over EVERYTHING! It was strange.

Today I went out and got a tree for the Cranky Yellow Store. Here I am cutting it down. The tree is called a Poison Sumac; a really bad tree for the wildlife of this area… so I didn’t feel upset to cut it down. I bet you didn’t know I can use a Chainsaw.

I was able (with the help of my father) to get the tree and the sexy new front desk installed today. The store is really coming together.

Finally… while out scouting for the tree we found this dead deer in the pond. The smell was awful. My dad said it probably had a disease called Blue Tongue, which causes fever, and died while trying to cool off in the water.

Anyway…

Sorry this post was so boring. I’m really tired. If you don’t like it… fucking leave.

Here are some photographs from our booth at The Big Art Show!

Here is our whole booth… featuring the lovely Cate:

I have some video too that I will post when I have some extra time!