Well, it was actually on Saturday, but “Saturday” has too many syllables to fit the song right.
The show was a success! Yippee-i-o-ki-ay!
And our weekend with Curly, Aunt Eller and the gang was a blast.
When you drive into town and right off the bat you come across a gas station marquee advertising “Pizza Lice $1,” you know it’s going to be a great trip.
There was the Woody encounter in the hotel exercise room, a big football rivalry, and a good ol’ Oklahoma tornado warning to boot.
What can be better than that?
Well, I’ll tell you.
I want it bad.
Everywhere we went there was talk of “The Big Game” known as the 100-year old “Red River Rivalry” between the University of Oklahoma and the University of Texas. You don’t know what “football fan” means until you’ve been in the south on a game day. “Fan” is truly short for “fanatic.” Jason and I caught the highlights of the Sooners spanking the Longhorns on their home field.
Since we were in Oklahoma, we decided to be adoptee Sooners and reveled in the victory with the Oakies. It felt good to be winners for a change.
The autumn weather was gorgeous when we first arrived in OKC, but quickly turned ferocious. On Saturday, rain was coming down in sheets and the wind was wicked as tornado warnings flashed everywhere. They have warnings all the time there and they rarely amount to actual tornadoes that do damage, but when they do it’s a doozy, as we all know, so it’s still scary. Luckily, it all blew over and Oklahoma got some much needed moisture out of it.
As for the real purpose of this trip—The CA Show—it was stellar.
These cowboys sure know how to bring the heat in art. Walls and pedestals full of the best in the West. There was drama, beauty, technique, history, and humor.
For beauty, I have to give my hubby props for his painting “Through the Still Waters.” The pic doesn’t do it justice. This baby is over seven feet long and the water looks like it’s going to spill right out of the frame. He won the “Silver Medal” in oil painting with this piece and collectors were clamoring for it. (He warned me not to brag about him in my blog, but I can’t help myself.)
For technique, I side with the judges on Ron Riddick’s “Rainy Day Reminiscin'” which won the “Gold Medal” in oil painting, and deservedly so. It was gorgeous. The guy is a master. And has a great mustache.
For history, “Gettin’ the Runnin’ Iron Hot” by Bill Owen is true cowboy life in paint. This old boy buckaroo is a walking western relic who’s lived the cowboy life long, hard and full, and has a patch over his right eye from a roping accident to prove it. He looks, walks and talks like he’s straight out of an old western movie. (I’m kinda scared of him.)
I loved that even a little Western humor was represented in the show. “At the Pow-Wow” by Paul Moore showed a fully adorned Native American kicking back in a lawn chair wearing shades and sipping a Coke between tribal dances. A perfectly cheeky and poignant depiction of mystic history meets modern culture.
Oh, I could go on and on about the show!
We felt so honored to be part of it all.
Jason and I went out for Oreo shakes afterward and tapped our styrofoam cups together in a toast to being able to tell the kids Santa will come for Christmas.
Then we went back to the hotel and met all our CA folk in the hospitality lounge where fellow artist Bill Nebeker pulled out his guitar and we sang cowboy and country tunes and classic rock n’ roll until the wee hours of the morning.
Oh, Oh, Oklahoma!
Thanks for the southern hospitality.