Tulsa

The Fresh Produce Art Collective was invited to Tulsa, Ok by our Sister collective named Organum, to hang a show at an Avant they hosted last weekend.  I rolled out of work on Thursday and headed to Lawrence to pick up the work and the boys.  After hitting the gallery with Bones and picking up the super professional looking wrapped work (thanx Ostaff), we head to the serious east side and picked up Mr. Charles Ray.  With things in line, including our headz (danka Smokey) we peaced out down 59.  The drive was good and dark and we were able to roll in and grab a drink at Empire before the bar closed.  Whit spilled my beer on the bar, but that ok and Ray and I played the pool.  Next we headed to meet up with Andrew Bones at his home and studio in North Tulsa.  Mr. Bones jr.  has a beautiful little pad and we skimmed a bit and drank some fine, fine Carlos Rossi blush before we hit the sack. 

Friday morning Abones fixed us up a nice breakfast which we ate most ravenously.  We were accompanied by his roommate matt and the other roommate, whose name I have forgotten, but will soon add into this edited post and no one will know that I forgot.  After breakfast I worked on some sktch in the skthbook and enjoyed a tranquil morning among friends and fellow artists.  In the afternoon we headed to the venue, The Blank Slate.  When I walked in I was pretty scared as there were literally no walls one could see that would be suitable for hanging an art show.  But, after taking a better look around we were able to come up with two decent walls that needed lighting and a school bus inside the venue that we knew would make a really nice little gallery.  We spent the next four or five hours getting the work unwrapped, placed and hung and with the lights we so thankfully brought with us, shit was looking good.  The bus show I think was the raddest little hang we have done in along while.  Super intimate and closed off from the rest of the work, this little oasis was just right.  We headed back to the abones crib and got cleaned up, had a little drink and headed to the event.  There were 8 different bands that played with 12 different musicians rotating with their respective projects.  There was all sorts of tunes being made from some crazy one-man-band metal to some indie to some jazz to some country funky to some all over there other stuff.  Tulsa is apparently full of beautiful women and many of them came out to get down.  The music was great and the booze flowed and I for one had a most excellent time.  We decided to take the show down after the event and did so in good time.  Ostaff and Josie took off to head back to Kansas and we headed around the corner to Arnies for a couple of pitchers to celebrate the gathering and how well it went off.  Shortly after we retired to the house where Charles and I drank more Rossi and skateboarded in the house.  I slept in and awoke to a phone call from an old gal.  I ended up in my van charging the cell when Matt asked me if I could take him to the flea market to pick up his buddy Al.  Al had gotten up early and taken a cab to the flea to pick out some records.  Well, he found 200 that he liked and needed a ride.  We grabbed Al and headed back to the pad so he and Matt could get gathered to head to the Coalescence Festival in Ark.  The were playing that night I think and Alex Grey was there doing some speaking and live painting.

The boys and I hit the road shortly there after.  We hit a burger joint on the way out of town and had a nice rootbeer for the road.  The drive was nice in the afternoon and Charles took the reins for the back half of the trip.  We bot back to Lawrence and got cleaned up to head over to the Munny show at the Lawrence Arts Center.  I had a nice glass of wine there, ran into Salad man and hit off down the street to chase women and drink the fluid of life.  Hit a few joints but ended up at Replay late and off my chain.  Made it back to the van where I crawled in and called it good about 345 am.  I got up at 630 and headed to work for a 12 hour shift, half of it I probably slept. 

All in all it was a fantastic experience.  The people in Tulsa were great, Andrew, Matt, Beau, Lindsey, that foxy little dark haired girl who let me draw on her stockings and quite a few more I met but can’t remember names.