29 June 2010

My Burgeoning Modeling Career

Here's the story. . . .

La Mexicana no longer works at the Lynne Gleason Gallery up town. No problems. She simply accomplished what she was hired to accomplish there. She remains pals with Lynne Gleason and her husband Howard. In fact, good old Howard, a Southern boy, joined me for the greater part of the Orange Bowl to watch some American football at the beginning of the year.

La Mexicana now works in the Carral Gallery at Fábrica la Aurora across town.

Fábrica la Aurora is a sprawling complex that was formerly a textile factory and the main employer in San Miguel de Allende. The factory was hydroelectrically powered, I think, with water that came down from the dam out at El Charco and ran down that huge pipe hung along the rim of the canyon. . .

. . .and into the factory. Come to think of it, I do not know how that water was used in the factory, but I know it came down here from that dam. Anyway, after the factory closed, the complex was converted into galleries and studios for artists.

Many artifacts from its days as a textile factory are displayed in the building,

including part of the old power plant.

The place is labyrinthine. I sometimes drop in, hang around for awhile, and meet the artists. La Mexicana knows them all, having previously worked at a different gallery there for quite some time.

I did not take photos inside any of the other galleries with heavy duty paintings. Nice, nice folks, but they can be a little tetchy about that.

This is Peter Leventhal's studio, unrelated to the interior photos of galleries above. He was not around today. He is a great old guy as well as a renowned artist of versatility. Very cool man. Sculpture. Painting. Prints. Woodcuts. More about him some other time.

Mariló Carral's work features many paintings in a very large format.

She made her name with works of this subject matter and style.

I am partial to the landscapes that she is doing now, which for me partake of the style of the great Dr. Atl, and I hope that she would not be insulted by that comparison.

But my dog is better than her dog.

I recently bemoaned the fact that we need some well-heeled tourists. Actually, I find that we are entering high season for the Texans, who come here at this time of year to escape the heat at home. And you know something? I like the Texans whom I have met here. Apparently, the Texans with whom I have had some niggling little problems in the past do not come here. In other words, the Texans who come here are from Austin.

The Carral Gallery is in part devoted to selling stuff other than Mariló Carral's paintings.

I am informed that we do not refer to these things
as "knick-knacks."

A hand-carved Guatemalan headboard.


Antique babies.

Antique china.

Some of Emily's dried flowers that William Faulkner described.

A little man.

And great old furniture.

"Stuff" is my own more precise technical term for these things that I now use in lieu of "knick-knacks," most of which are very old and admittedly charming. They simply would not fit in well with my lifestyle.

There are items of Moroccan clothing for sale there, however, which have fascinated me for some time. And here's the thing. They fit me!

In spite of the fact that my suggestions were never solicited, my suggestion initially was that photographs should be taken of me wearing some of these articles of clothing for use in promoting their sale.

Then I said--and I cannot believe that this spilled out of my mouth--that when the next big "Art Walk" is held at night there, I ought to parade around the gallery in one of the more striking Moroccan outfits in order to catch peoples' attention.

I got the idea from the Pollo Feliz ("Happy Chicken") chicken shop. Pollo Feliz has guys who parade around outside dressed in chicken outfits and wave at the passing traffic. It appears to work wonders for Pollo Feliz's sales.

If just a couple of these Texans could be persuaded to loosen up and take Moroccan outfits back to Austin, Moroccan outfits would doubtless become the rage there. They work extremely well with cowboy boots, I think. Then we would simply need to figure out how to cut off the Moroccan supply of Moroccan outfits to Austin. Texans from Austin would have to come here to get their Moroccan outfits from La Mexicana, which would all be for their own good anyway, Austin still being Austin after all.

However, for me the whole idea was one of my theoretical pipe dreams. I was amusing myself. For another thing, I did not think there would be another big "Art Walk" at night out there until the fall by which time everyone would have forgotten about my babbling.

Silk liner. Vest. A gazillion tiny buttons down the front.

I did not realize that there is going to be an "Art Walk" out there this coming Friday night, an all-out assault on the wallets and purses of those Texans from Austin.

Oh, yes. The answer to your question. About $550.00 American for one like that gold unit. At that price there is no reason not to take six of them back to Austin.


Anonymous said...

Nice outfit...and by the way I agree...your dog IS better than her dog.

Candy Minx said...

I like Carral's landscape. Stagg wants the gold unit. Awesome pics!

Señor Steve said...

Thank you, Mr. Anchovy. I must say that I undergo a little personality change upon putting on these, a personality change best left without description.

I would venture to say that the same would occur with Stagg were he to try on that gold unit.

Bloggerboy said...

All I can think of is Klaus Kinski in Aguirre the Wrath of God. You don't have a bad temper, do you?

Señor Steve said...

No, no, Bloggerboy. It is just that mannequins always seem to assume a haughty, sometimes even menacing, expression.

Klaus Kinski's character in the film did indeed have an anger management issue.

John said...

You're not performing any miracles, are you?

Brassawe said...

I had forgotten this was up here. No, I have not attempted any miracles yet. However, if someone were in a pinch for a miracle, I would certainly be willing to dress up again and try.