It was pot-a-cide apparently. Gary sent me an email with the sad story from the potter's perspective.
I got a call from the Wolfeboro, NH League gallery. A drunken teenager, his 2 friends, and his father's NEW 32,000 pickup truck drove through the front of the gallery! And guess whose work was prominently featured in the nice big window at the front of the store??????????? Yes, Gary's! My whole stock, worth hundreds, except four tough little mugs, and items from one other person's stock, pulverized. Just us 2, out of the many artists there (isn't it nice to be a featured artist in the window?) The little cretin was caught and charged with a variety of offenses, the store hopes to reopen this weekend. As for me, I will receive payment for the ruined work....nice way to sell a few pieces, yes? And the front page article with photos, good advertising for the store.Crimes against art in New Hampshire. Who knew?
Comments
Gary - November 14, 2005 9:39 AM
Earning money, any way I can.
One for the scrapbook, folks.
Mike - November 14, 2005 10:49 AM
This is the first time I've heard of anti-pigpotteryism actually turning violent. Glad to hear you're getting payment anyway, but I'm sure you're disappointed to see your work be destroyed like that.
Alan - November 14, 2005 10:55 AM
I've heard of truck-building entry attempts involving liquor stores so maybe this was actually pro-pigpotteryism gone mad, a love gone too far.
Gary - November 14, 2005 11:13 AM
Big Upside: I get paid for all the broken stuff
AND a big order to replace the stuff, meaning twice the usual sales.
Sweet.
Arthur - November 14, 2005 8:15 PM
<small>AND a big order to replace the stuff, meaning twice the usual sales.</small>
Good for you.
portland - November 15, 2005 1:02 PM
gary, whats the address of the next place you want us to drive a truck through the window?
GR - November 15, 2005 1:07 PM
Good idea. Let me check the insurance first and then....
Alan - November 15, 2005 1:18 PM
I warn you. This will turn out like a <i>Murder She Wrote</i> script:<blockquote class="smalltext"><i>Flummoxed Local Sheriff</i>: How did you know?<br><i>Annoying Detective Lady</i>: It had to be Gary. He was the only potter millionaire the world had ever known...</blockquote>
Mike - November 15, 2005 2:10 PM
So is Alan our Angela Lansbury? Doesn't someone always die when you come around? Haven't enough pottery piggies bit the dust already?
Mike - November 15, 2005 2:10 PM
This is Friday, right?
GR - November 15, 2005 2:31 PM
Here's the plan, folks. I just purchased a load of Shipyard Ale. Party at my house. You know, nachos, cheezy poofs, beer, bad jokes. When everyone is feeling festive, a hat will be passed around, each person takes a slip of paper with a gallery address on it. Each successful outing will result in, say, 25 percent of the profits?
I mean, cripes, how hard is it to break a bunch of pots and collect the insurance?
ALan - November 15, 2005 2:38 PM
[Ed.: <i>in a Hal 9000 voice</i>]:<blockquote class="smalltext">I'm sorry, Gary, I can't let you do that...</blockquote>
portland - November 15, 2005 4:00 PM
i hate it when he talks in that Hal 9000 voice.
Arthur - November 15, 2005 8:33 PM
This is Friday, right?
Friday's supposed to be dry humour day...