First Fridays are always big deals in Flagstaff. October’s felt particularly swollen, likely due in no small part to the government shutdown cutting most tourists expectations for their southwestern adventures. Something else that was odd about this particular ArtWalk was that I was a live event.
A few weeks ago I was approached by a friend of mine, Rebecca Asser, to join her and her brother Ben in producing local handmade t-shirts as part of their new venture, Food Porn T-Shirt Co. We’ve spent the last couple weeks developing our first design and working out the kinks in a home grown printing press run primarily out of my dinning room. Our unveiling occurred during the October First Friday at Fire Creek, a new-ish coffee/bar on Route 66.
We were all rushed from the get go, primarily because of the customary lack of parking in downtown Flag on nights like this. Soon enough though, we had everything set up and laid out, I had a beer in my hand, and we were ready to start printing. Many people seemed enthralled with the spectacle of graphic t-shirts being produced before their vary eyes. Fewer were so inclined to purchase such shirts.
Morale grew low as the night soldiered on but soon people started taking an interest in our shirts. We made a dent in our startup costs but the real victory of the night, at least for me, was that we managed to show up at all. I get an amazing, to me, idea probably once a week. I follow through with a whopping .09% of these inspirations.
But these t-shirts aren’t going to join the numerous show proposals, superhero film scripts, and hypothetical bands names that litter my imagination. They have moved on to the second plateau that so few of my ideas ever get to see with their own eyes. I can officially this one under ‘in progress’.