Art For Haiti Night

I spent a great deal of time look­ing for Heather’s blond bob among the sea of dark hair.

I stood by her print, titled “Upper Pisang”, to hear what peo­ple were say­ing about it. An hoary old woman and her effem­i­nate nephew (to whom she was sure to intro­duce me) enjoyed the colours and the glim­mer. She decided to make a bid on it, and I took this shot.

My Carrot Feet raised $250. I can only hope it goes to the right people.

There was a guy there play­ing Nuevo Flamenco, and I wanted to ask him about pluck­ing tech­niques, but he wore a scarf and looked all stuffy like he didn’t want to be disturbed.