Gallery 360 invites you to come by this weekend to help us spread Festivus joy. We have Festivus cookies, Festivus coffee, and a Festivus Pole. Most of all, we have Festivus Art. Highly affordable, collectable, and give-able as gifts. (I understand Kelley will be bringing in a batch of new jewelry.)
We'll be open both days from 10 AM until 7 PM. Come see our art stuff.
Recognize these guys? They're Rocket Raccoon, Nebula, Ronan the Accuser, and the ever taciturn Groot. The artist, Nathan Fellhauer, is a fan of Guardians of the Galaxy as well as many other movies, animated and not. He recreates the characters as 'Circletoons' and we have about a dozen or so of his signed pen and ink drawings, starting at $60 each. Pretty darn cheap for originals. Not into collecting framed, one-of-a-kind art? We also have prints for $15 each.
Provided they don't all sell in the next few weeks, these will part of "Icebox," our next group show, which opens in January.
Kelley Naylor Wise brought us 15 of her lovingly handmade art cards this week. They're blank inside and anything but outside. Each is one of a kind and just $6.
Joyce Haase's woven paper collage boxes are an eyeful, no matter your angle of view. They're strong, too, as every inch is laminated in clear packing tape. Put a gift inside and you'll be giving two presents instead of one. There's several sizes to choose from and need we say? Each is different. $30 each, but $25 each through December 24.
I put these up on FB but forgot to put them up here. They're pictures of some of the divine leftovers from our "Artists Scrounging" show.
This is our temporarily adopted family of Chris Massingill's upcycled sock monsters. If you want one, act fast, because she's soon to regain custody. They're priced from $45 to $65. Her cards run $5 each and tell the story behind each. Read more about the adventures of Finnigan, Midge, Professor Argyle, et al on her FB page.
Laura Fanning's mixed media piece "Saint Martin" is $150.
This wonderful little creation is by Amy Edgington, one our favorite Little Rock artists. Titled "What the Housemouse Knows," it consists of an altered CD in a metal tin. Printed on the CD is this poem:
"What the Housemouse Knows"
Backsides, insides and undersides of things, secret whiskered passages, the metallic taste of giant fears. This is no place for cowards. There are avalanches of pots and brooms and shoes. Inside walls, wires coil ready to defend themselves, nails point the way to heaven. The dirt and smells and messes of the gods are all the kindness a mouse expects. When we spot her, we scream, stand on chairs and guard our private parts; we set traps, lay poison, and flush tiny, ruptured bodies down the toilet. Rituals performed, we forget how we have eaten crumbs and have papered our nests with stolen scraps, how we have cringed from blows or blessed the lack of them and even called this "love." We do not dare admit our own internal injuries, our precarious survival, in a house where the most we hope for is to not get caught by those who lord it over us.
How much is this enchantment, this small reminder of empathetic humility? A mere $35.