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Apparently, I am a 42-year-old body trapped in the spirit of a five-year-old kid.
I could hardly wait for today to get here - the big day, the day of the auction for
Miracle Ride, to which some friends and I had donated artwork - but when I woke up this morning, I was suddenly nervous and unsure of myself. I didn't have butterflies in my stomach; I had moths, and possibly a small bird. What if my canvas didn't sell? What if I had dragged my friends down a rabbit hole? I haven't been that anxious since my last piano recital! When I was 15!
Here's what we had all donated, artist by artist.
First up, here's a Red Riding Hood sort of girl by
Tanya F. Balding, done with Copics, because Tanya is crazy good like that.
Next up,
Cindy Dauer sent these adorable cats on a motorcycle. It was ridiculously fabulous!
Michelle Lydon sent many amazing prints (so generous!). Some of them
were so photoreal that I initially mistook them for photos. For real.
Finally,
Connie Carpenter sent this stunning watercolor that I pretty much wanted to keep for myself:
Here's how they all looked before I got the mat for Tanya's (the canvas near the middle is mine):
Now that you know what was on the block, I'll set the scene for the auction, held inside a big white tent at Lucas Oil Raceway. It was 92 degrees by the time we arrived, and if I stood in the sun for more than a couple of minutes, the top of my scalp started to crackle, so the shade of the tent was very much appreciated! A lot of the 12,000 bikers we saw had skipped the sunscreen during the ride, and the poor things had bright red faces and little white raccoon masks from where their sunglasses had been. I felt bad for them, but at the same time, the sight of a 6'4" dude in leather with a reverse raccoon mask was a little comical. I studied the ground more than once to hide a smile.
Event organizers had Italian sausages, hotdogs, beer, soda, and water available for free to the riders in a separate set of tents, so we grabbed a water and headed up to the auction table to see how everything was doing. I was surprised to see 88 notebooks on the table for bidding. There were a lot of things available!
It was hard to have a normal conversation inside the tent, not only because of the sheer number of people, but because of the drag racing taking place on the track about 300 feet away. I SHOUTED A LOT TO MY MOTHER-IN-LAW. She nodded a lot in return.
When the end of the auction drew near, one of the guys behind the table cut through the noise with a siren. People were advised every three minutes as the clock ticked down, which caused the elbowing up by the table to get a little intense. Finally, they counted down from ten and physically removed notebooks from the table, with some people still trying to write down their bids.
In the end, our artwork raised more than $250. I didn't manage to get pictures of all of the buyers, but here are two of them.
I will definitely be donating again next year!
