almost a year ago... part I

I've decided I need to copy this post from the last blog to the current one. It is a story I cherish, and I find it relative to the subject of Live Art Live. Enjoy.

For everything that you love there will always be something about that thing that you just can't stand. And now I've found out what I dislike about being an artist! Let me explain:
Last week I was contacted by my dear friend Pete. He let me know that he would be in town for a day or two for a conference with a bunch of other software companies. Not only that, but he had somehow last-minute organized a fund-raiser for an aids benefit that would involve a swanky poker game at the Space Needle with all these fancy executives. Not only was I invited to have a good time, but I was also asked if I might have some artwork to donate to the cause.
Well, at first I was flabbergasted at the thought of only having a week in which to make something (because I had nothing on hand) but who could pass up an opportunity like that? So I spent all my free time the rest of that week preparing an idea that I've been wanting to make for a long time. That being: a real life still life in the style of the old Dutch and Flemish masters of the 1700's. I wanted to create a Vanitas painting with real fruits and flowers that would eventually wilt and decay within their frame, therefore actually becoming the decadence that the old oils only represented. It was an incredibly fun and stimulating project. I love being challenged with time lines! It really gets me going. So you must be wondering, what the hell am I complaining about?
Well, nothing so far. I was delighted to be seeing my friend again. I was honored to be asked to give a piece of my art for a good cause, and I'll be honest, I was looking forward to a night of schmoozing and boozing with high society. (Not sure what qualifies these days as 'high society' but seeing as there was a society of people gambling high in the Space Needle- that is what I'm calling it.)
All seemed to be going well. But just to give you a taste of what the night would bring, when I arrived in the parking lot of the Seattle Center, I walked to the kiosk to buy my parking pass and when I got back to the car I'd already been ticketed!
FORESHADOWING!
DUN DUN DUN!
you'll have to wait for the next installment of this story to know what happens, cause I love cliffhangers!