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Jessamyn Trades Me Holy Souvenirs Batman for Sequin Horse

Rosalie and Jessamyn doin' a bARTer Sauce trade

Jessamyn - like everyone else - was forced to endure my "interview" questions.


Q: What is the maximum amount you would pay for a cup of coffee?

A: $100--if it was big enough for me to swim in.

Q: Thumb: finger or not-finger?
A: Not-finger!

Q: Can you estimate how much turkey you ate this Thanksgiving?
A: Aproximately the size of 3 Hamsters.

Q: Would you say it was more or less than the size of an average dog?

Jamie Trades Me The Mirror of Holiday Death for Lord Bratnose

Jamie trading the Mirror of Holiday Death to bARTer Sauce
Jamie trading the Mirror of Holiday Death to bARTer Sauce
Jamie trading the Mirror of Holiday Death to bARTer Sauce

Jamie came by during the November '09 Art Walk in Pioneer Square. She had just moved into the OK Hotel where I have my art studio. The first time she came by, she had two puppies. The second time she came by, she was a little tipsy and declared that we needed to do a bARTer Sauce trade. Fine by me.

Sequin Horse

Original Owner: 
Art Car
Carnival horse made of sequins on black velvet
Carnival horse made of sequins on black velvet
trompe L'oeil 7' pantry doors by Kelly Lyles

Kelly's Story about the Carnival Horse:

The tasteful Carnival horse was left in a Ballard FREE bin by friends of mine that were moving, & have a 'bad art' collection (no, none of mine). Since my yard is filled with large, plastic, pseudo-carnival horses, I thought he needed rescuing.

Lord Bratnose

Original Owner: 
Baddins
Glittery Eagle Named Lord Bratnose
Glittery Eagle Named Lord Bratnose
Glittery Eagle Named Lord Bratnose

Betsy's Story about Lord Bratnose:

I have a kick ass eagle named Lord Bratnose. He lives in a land where every glisten of sweat and sleepy eye corner bit of dew are made of tassles 'n beads 'n glossy smears of glue. His face is foreboding, arrogant, beak inclusive. He is a fucking eagle. A fucking beaded eagle. And he wants very much to be traded for a glitter cat. He knows his muscular wings can erase any precious little notion those kittens may have traipsed through your sheltered little life. Behold Lord Bratnose.

MOBA gives me a Velvet Last Supper in exchange for the Eyes for Boobs painting

Painting of a woman with eyes for boobs

I finally got around to sending the Museum of Bad Art their painting (and some more hats for Mike) and I got something fantastic in trade.

A Velvet Last Supper painting. My ultimate fantasy has come true.

Seriously. I've always wanted a velvet painting.

Oh wait!

I forgot, I already had a velvet Elvis.

Nevermind.

Kayla trades an Ed Sullivan collage for a Velvet Elvis painting

Random girl

Elvis is gone.

Well, I still have to mail him, but he's been claimed. He's going to live with a fourteen year old girl in Minnesota named Kayla. She appears to be an old soul. She's obsessed with stuff from the 50's including Elvis. I was just in Minnesota and met her mom at a coffee shop to hang out for a minute. Kayla brought a Gidget book to read.

Yeah, I know...who reads? (snort) So of course, when I got the velvet Elvis, I immediately thought of her.
 

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