Just back from the Bristol Artists Book Event. Every book sale I do I get a bit better at the logistics. Recent additions: black felt tablecloth instead of wrinkled bed sheet, cardboard display racks for small things instead of random, haphazard piles, paper bags for purchased goods instead of a blank look and a mad hunt for an extra carrier bag.
There were dozens of exhibitors spread over five rooms at the Arnolfini Gallery in Bristol. I was desperate to wander around and have a look, but it is hard to leave a table when you know you might lose a sale, and so mostly I saw this:
1. eat snacks
2. use psychic powers to asses each person who comes to the table in order to determine if they want you to talk to them or not
3. write nonsense lists when your psychic powers say “do not speak to this person or they will leave”
4. smile smile smile smile smile
5. putter this and that on the table back into where everything should be.
6. putter this and that behind the table into where everything should be.
It is actually pretty fun to sit behind a table once you get into the swing. Lots of people to talk to, lots of things to hear about. To those of you who came by to tell me that you read this blog, thank you. You made my day, for real. Proof positive that I have readers beyond my mom. (Hi Mom!)
I did leave the table for brief, 3 minute increments and made like a laser beam for a few tables that I knew, like the lovely Charolotte Vallance, my neighbor at the Manchester Artists’ Book Fair in October (and who gave me the tip off about cardboard display racks.)
And I am leaving Bristol with a few new additions to my book collection, including Statues of Europe by Charlotte Vallance:
Landscape by Julie Johnstone of Essence Press:
Thing by Julie Johnstone of Essence Press
Letters of Triangles by Lucy May Schofield:
and Dissimulation of Birds by Elizabeth Willow:
A good weekend all in all, and now I am back home gearing up for more binding and an exhibition this weekend here in Brighton. Come if you can!