I recently enjoyed some time sitting at a lakeside cafe near the northerly town of Sandpoint, Idaho. Other than Joel’s tacos (a strangely non-Mexican name for a shockingly fabulous taco joint) found in downtown Sandpoint, the aforementioned lakeside haunt was one of the few eateries in the state that would allow us to bring our 4-legged co-pilot and thus one of the few (i.e. 2) eateries we found ourselves enjoying.
Because of the very large family reunion being catered in an outdoor tent situated next to the cafe, most of the staff was preoccupied with servicing that event, leaving us to nearly fend for ourselves. Somehow we managed to snag the attention of the outgoing and friendly female bartender who just happened to be delivering drinks to the neighboring table in lieu of the overworked and otherwise engaged waitstaff.
Having secured her attentions as our server, and adeptly answering all of our food related questions with a shrug (“not my department”) she did recommend the Stella Artois Cidre on that warm and sunny afternoon. Despite being a Anheuser-Busch product (I’m not a big fan of gargantuan food companies of any sort) the recommendation was a good one. The Cidre, otherwise known to us simpletons as cider, was lightly carbonated and quite dry, but not so much as to require a tongue brushing afterward. Consider it the Corona beer of cider: light, refreshing, and something that wouldn’t be totally out of place in a cupholder of a riding lawn mower.
Not surprisingly, it was not a natural cider but rather a cider beverage containing cider and other witchcraft concocted into a hard “refresco” brought to you straight from the bubbling and boiling flasks and kettles of A-B’s chymists. Still, not a bad option on a hot day for those in whom beers and ales cause joints to enlarge and seize up, and the neurons used in thinking to refuse any sort of communication with one another. Don’t ask how I know this…but I will say that Mother Road Brewing, in Flagstaff, AZ makes an outstanding Double Black IPA which makes the small mountain city worth visiting in and of itself. Ahem, pass the cortisone cream and a quadruple espresso.
While I’m at it, let me put in a plug for a local visionary artist couple who opened up a brand new gallery/studio/workshop right across the parking lot from Mother Road Brewing. Owners Scott Moore and Sydney Francis welcomed me like family in to see a show of their current work in their studio called Liquiterra.
It’s not like any other gallery you are likely to have visited. Having just opened recently, it is half gallery space and half studio, which appears as if the chaos of a creative madman had descended upon it. Mainly because that’s exactly what has happened. Don’t expect spit and polish, expect craftspeople plying their trade in a newly forming environment that invites the world to look upon their unlimited creativity.
For those of us who can appreciate the analog in all things, these artists use wood, paint, canvas, and paper to speak their vision into self-lighted vignettes. Said vignettes are more or less shadow boxes having multiple layers of precision cut overlapping painted objects and scenes which are startlingly well executed. Have a beer across the parking lot and check out their current works on display.
I came upon Liquiterra by sampling some of the local liquid-terra that got my joints to seizing when by chance I struck up a conversation with guest artist Chris Jerome during a happy hour over a fine porter at the Lumberyard Brewery. (I might add, their buffalo wings are among the best I’ve had.) Yep. You’re welcome.
Anyway, Jerome’s sculptures hang/dangle/protrude/set in their own room at the gallery-studio. His innovative use of spray foam meticulously painted in bright colors are offset by natural textures such as stainless steel, cholla cactus skeletons, potato sack, and downed wood amongst other things. While he offhandedly and modestly regards to his work, having spent a good number of years in and around the art world in New York, I would suspect it would be welcomed wholeheartedly into many galleries whose curators have an eye to appreciate the juxtaposition of the synthetic and garish, manufactured machine made elements, and natural/found materials.
It’s as if the pieces represent man’s progress from pre-civilization of found objects, to the present wherein our environment can be manufactured through scientific endeavor. All this wrapped up in an interesting and sometimes startling visual presentation. Not only that, he’s a great guy too. Cheers, Chris.
Meanwhile back at lakeside, the bartender I mentioned who was temporarily repurposed as our server had an extremely elaborate tattoo sleeve on her arm. While I’m not a fan of donning tattoos myself (I know, I know. Whatever, having no tattoo is the new “having a tattoo”) the design was an impressive likeness of one of a variety of mid-1950’s Chevrolets. Being that I’m the Analog Wheels guy, I had to ask if she was into classic cars. What do you suppose her answer was?
It was: No. Of course not.
OK then, explain yourself barkeep. As it turns out, this single mother had dated/married/whatever a mechanic who was into classic cars. They determined that their daughter would be most appropriately named Delray after the Chevrolet 210 model which was sort of a budget-conscious Bel-Air. Thus it only made sense to her that she get a tattoo of her daughter’s namesake enough to fill an arm. So there you have it, the entire point of this post…well, that and the car to which it relates.
That was quite the detour. But that’s me. No reason to get to point B right away, that takes the fun out of it.
According to the seller, this white and red two-tone over black and white interior 1956 Chevrolet Delray 210 Coupe has a 350 V8 engine rebuilt in 2002 as a 383, which has under 20,000 miles. The car comes with new tires (14’s), an aluminum radiator and front disc brakes. Being a California car, it has minimal rust and has had the same owner for 35 years, and has intact upholstery. Transmission and rear end have been “redone” which will have to be clarified with the seller as to what that has actually involved. Asking price for this midcentury gem is $34,000. Click HERE to visit the original listing.