I like Cynthia Morgan a lot. Not the least of reasons is that she frequently does what I think I need to be doing before I do it. So it was today.
Last Friday afternoon Dan and I had dashed up to Seattle for the annual Pilchuck auction. It was everything it always is: brilliant, energetic, a snapshot of the glass art scene caught in a much too fast moment one Fall evening each year.
This morning – as I was getting ready to plan to think about blogging about the event – my In-box informed me that Cynthia already had. Bless you, dear! I thoroughly enjoyed your perspective.
My own perspective was more Groundhog Day. Like the other 20+ Pilchuck auctions we’ve attended over the last 20+ years, we arrived vowing not to spend money we don’t have. And like every past year, we justified bidding on works made by Bullseye users that we think are pushing the kiln-glass envelope.
Of the envelopes that are tough to push in glass, jewelry is at the top IMO. So I wasn’t surprised to find myself warring with a major collector over an eye-catching necklace of fused and slumped orbs by Dolores Barrett.
I won. Sort of.
After I’d feverishly scribbled my number into the Guaranteed Bid box (aka “Game’s Over, Suckers!”), Mrs Savvy Collector turned to Dolores (whom I was chatting up next to her work), pointed to the even more spectacular necklace that the artist was wearing and asked “How much?”
Mrs Collector went home with a reasonably priced treasure (three Pixel Orbs). And I paid 50% above retail. But it was for a Good Cause. I’ll be frugal next year. I swear.
And I hope that Cynthia is there again next year, so I don’t have to write about who wore what and which works went for how much (which I couldn’t do anyway – at least not with the wit and style of Ms M).
EXCEPT that when you look at the lead photos we both posted, it’s pretty clear what we REALLY focused on.
Only C managed to get to the dessert course before whipping out her iPhone camera. I, on the other hand, was already feverishly snapping away at the sorbet palate cleanser before the main course.
Cynthia, love you – hate your self-control.
PS. Just to dispel the rumor that we were seated strategically next to the exit, I offer this shot of My Seat – momentarily empty between Diana & Steve Klein (left) and Patrick Blythe and Dan to the right. Moi? Exit early? Never before the chocolate!