Friday, March 28, 2008

Art Fair Autopilot Syndrome (AFAS)

Do you sometimes find yourself mid-sentence, saying the same thing you've said 38 times today already, wondering to yourself, while your mouth is still moving, how sincere you sound? Do you ever freeze mid-sentence, realizing that what you're so enthusiastically espousing isn't even remotely related to what the person just asked you about and then panic as you can't choose a transition strategy (do you just stop and admit you're exhausted or attempt to go for the clever changeover)? Do you conclude there's really nothing short of offering him scotch that will save you when you've just called an art handler helping you "Sweetie Darling"? If you've answered yes to any of these questions, you may be a sometimes sufferer of a rare disorder known as Art Fair Autopilot Syndrome, or AFAS.

Generally caused by 11 continuous hours of struggling to remember people's names, talk intelligently about artwork, and keep your eye out for that curator you simply have to speak to, AFAS can attack without warning. You'll recognize you have AFAS when the little voice inside your head that normally recognizes you're heading down a path of verbal peril and warns you before you make a total ass of yourself instead just announces that "You're on your own now genius."

The only known cure for AFAS is a good dinner with friends, including ample vino, spiced with lots of juicy gossip and laughter. This cure will wear off about three hours in the next day of an art fair, though, so apply liberally.
The PULSE art fair is going well for us so far, I'm happy to report. Above you'll see some installation shots of the booth, as well as friends who helped us celebrate a day of brisk sales and some fantastic placements of work (although they don't really have demon red eyes, that's just our cheap digital camera). It's a very handsome and well produced fair, I must say, and the Pulse Team deserve credit for pulling off an event half again as big as last year that looks twice as good! Thanks guys!

Labels: Art Fairs, Pulse


Blogger Aaron Wexler said...

Certainly an exercise in stamina. I would suggest (during slow moments) games like you used to play on long car rides with your parents as a kid.
I think you could suggest AFAS to the FDA for grant and research approval for a cure. Vino is only a band-aid and at worst only a gateway drug to harder substances such as asprin, excessive message abuse and double-no-skim latte addiction.
Be well.
I'll be passing through on Saturday.

3/28/2008 09:40:00 AM  
Blogger David said...

Edward, if it weren't for the title of your post, this could be a test to find out if you're running for President. Questions 1 and 2, anyway...

3/28/2008 11:58:00 AM  
Blogger Chris Rywalt said...

Is that a giant licorice pipe?

3/28/2008 02:26:00 PM  
Blogger Lisa Hunter said...

I hope you have a well-deserved margarita when this is all over. Congrats on a great fair.

3/28/2008 02:57:00 PM  
Anonymous L.M. said...

Everyone in NYC has demon red eyes, stop trying to cover up the truth.

3/28/2008 04:02:00 PM  
Blogger Betta said...

Lols I love you edward winkleman

3/29/2008 12:34:00 PM  
Anonymous Leya Oswald said...

Ed, I met you at the fair and promised to contribute to the blog I was extolling to you. Here it is. Loved the pipe and shoes. Hope the fair continued to go well for you.

3/31/2008 07:42:00 PM  

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