During a lovely lunch today with friends who know the PDX art scene well – and are part of it – we talked about the disconnect between artists, gallerists and potential patrons. I was relieved not to focus exclusively on current politics on the one hand, but also dismayed, once again, of how difficult it is to get a foothold in the art world. Then again, I’m not working on it either. Where is an agent when woman needs one?

But then I thought of Tiggy Ticehurst. I had met this British artist on the street in NYC, where he simply displayed his current obsession – making fun of contemporary artists who’ve “made it.”  We chatted for a very short time, me signaling that I was amused by his posters, he complaining that most people don’t even get the jokes.

He felt that was particularly troubling given that he “exhibited” in front of the Met or the Whitney or at MOMA where you’d expect the educated classes to congregate.

In any case, he made me smile, and today I thought maybe I just hang up a laundry line in the park blocks, in front of the Portland Art Museum and display the wares. If the weather gods are approving. At least I might get to chat with interesting tourists!