Oregon Inkshow, On the Road in Eugene
My weekend started with Damon Conklin’s solo gallery show down in Grants Pass at Gogué Art on Friday night. I had to miss the first day of the Eugene convention, but I was committed to the gallery show, and had been working on support products for it for months…
Damon’s show turned out great, and everyone had a great time. By the time we closed it down at 10pm, we were all ready to go eat… We headed down to The Wild River Pub to remedy the situation.
Our group was pretty colorful, and was made up, in part, by Omar Edmison, Damon Conklin, Gloria Connors, and Jeff Gogué. It wasn’t long before Omar had us all hysterical with his talk of beaver hunting and his theory that Stevie Nicks is the angel of death. He was dead-serious about the beavers. Well… I think he was dead-serious about Stevie Nicks, too, actually… But anyway, apparently beavers are good eatin’? You can imagine the flood of beaver jokes coming from everyone sitting at our table… Omar, you’re awesome. Thanks for the laughs!
Saturday started at 5a.m. for me. I had to make time for an early Mother’s Day breakfast with my mom before I headed to Eugene for the convention. By 7a.m. I was Eugene bound, and hopeful the show would go well for me.
As soon as I got the booth set up, I got a visit from Jason Kundell. I hadn’t met Jason yet, and was secretly thankful that I recognized him and didn’t embarrass myself. He hung out at my booth and chatted for a few minutes while he flipped through the new issue. (I opened it so he could look through it. I’m not entirely sure that this is allowed, but I did it anyway and figured I could beg someone for forgiveness later, if needed.) He introduced me to Jeff P., also of Art Work Rebels in Portland. They were both super nice, and I enjoyed the visit. Big Gus stopped by a little later to give me a hard time and pick up the new issue… Funny guy.
My goal for Saturday night was to meet up with Bobby Holland and Jimmy Bertram, both of Black Shamrock Tattoo in Bakersfield, California for dinner, but my booth neighbors needed a ride out to Springfield, and I obliged. I ended up in a pub full of loud talkers and getting lost in Springfield before the night was over, and I was bummed that I missed out.
Next time, guys… Portland, perhaps?
This was the first convention I was on my own in the TAM booth. I managed to make the booth look nice, I sold some stuff, and I made some new friends. All in all, I think it was a success, and hopefully I’ll be doing a lot more.