Call for Art: Call for Arms!

Log: May 27, 2024 / Location: At the confluence of East and West Buffalo Creek

It’s late at night. Most of my art patrons are somewhere deep in slumber, dreaming of chicken strips while strolling along the parkway licking down soft-serve ice cream, checking text messages seeking the new fab four latest version, 2.0, coming in the area.

This time of year, the calls for art arrive sporatically. Some withing driving distance, some calls for the self-indulged, the self-expressive, the pathological, some, I just have no business entering. Then every once in a while, eureka!, we hit paydirt. This prospectus came from the JN Long Art Complex in Cleburne. The qualification match. $15 entry fee, within driving range. Let’s get down to the skinny.

No photography! And family friendly to boot! I’m outraged.   

So you’re telling me that all those tasteful nude selfies I’ve taken on the wood pile, dramatic lighting of course, have no place inside this art gallery. Well I’m just beside myself. This is the day and age of self-expression, where I’m allowed to showcase my insecurities on a public forum. Why can’t you just let me beeeee…….Ahhhh!!!

Recompose.

So as of now, I’m calling for all tasteful nude selfie artists to convene at the footsteps of the JN Long Art Complex with their protest signs in hand. I’ll get the permits but regulations require that all protest signs be no larger than 2’x3’ on a, let me get the verbage correct, a non-threatening wooden pole, post, rail, cane, stick, ratan, switch, or cudgel, measuring no more than 4 ft. from the base to the top end of the demonstrating signage.

We’ll need a jingle.

  ….dudes….foods…moods… ah!

Hey y’all painting prudes,

We wanna see some nudes!

We’ll rally at the Chicken Express on Maple at 11:00, march over to the gallery for an hour, then we’ll go streaking through the quad. Who’s with me?

Another adventure in the life of a traveling artist.

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