KEEPER: Heh heh. Stop! What is your name?
ARTHUR: It is Arthur, King of the Britons. KEEPER: What is your quest?
ARTHUR: To seek the Holy Grail.
KEEPER: What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
ARTHUR: What do you mean? An African or European swallow?
KEEPER: What? I don't know that! Auuuuuuuugh!
BEDEMIR: How do know so much about swallows?
ARTHUR: Well, you have to know these things when you're a king you know.
-from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Scene 35
Good King Arthur is nearing the end of his trials and tribulations, having outwitted the bridge keeper with his vast knowledge. Turn about is fair play, I say.
Do you ever think about the wealth of knowledge stuffed into your brain? Goodness, I can sing a jingle from 40 years ago without thinking twice. But I can't remember if I turned off the lights when I leave the house. I wonder what criteria the mind uses to decide what information is important to store, and what gets tossed off the bridge, so to speak. Perhaps I should sing-song things as I am doing them, in hopes I might recall them later. Thank goodness for notebooks and lists.
And spreadsheets. Oh how I love a good spreadsheet! Especially now that the "season" in Florida is underway. There are eleven simultaneous shows over the next two months. Bits of malarkey strewn about the area willy nilly hanging on walls. But I have to keep track of who is where, otherwise my little painting will be the lonely one when mama doesn't show up in the carpool line on pick-up day. Which has happened before. There is nothing like getting a phone call asking when you will be arriving to pick up your art. And me responding "what art?" Oy vey!
This little love, Mona, was begun during the whimsical demo. She was named by an audience member after she refused to go into the storage bag with all the other paintings. In fairness to her, the dress was still wet with glue. But another bossy girl ruling the studio is the last thing I need. :)