APE took place at Fort Mason, in a gigantic hangar. I was afraid that the isolated area would effect turnout, but as you can tell from the above photo, I needn't have worried. Between the hundreds of eye-catching displays, the thousands of tattooed and dreadlocked and rainbow-haired attendees, the noise and the late summer heat, it was pretty overwhelming.
The weekend was an interesting mix of ego-boosting and ego-crushing. All day long I got to hear people say "I like your art!" and "your art is beautiful!" I felt like some kind of celebrity - especially when people asked me to sign things. But there were also slow periods, especially in the mornings. At one point, 3 hours had gone by and I'd made $3 selling 3 postcards. I was starting to question my life choices. I was also very hungry.
Despite those low moments, overall my sales at APE were pretty good, similar to what I made at Spectrum. The profits didn't cover the cost of the trip, even though I was able to keep my costs down by staying at a friend's house instead of a hotel. People seemed to like my $1 postcards. I hope that someday I'll figure out a way to make these art shows more profitable, because I like doing them.
Later he bought one of my art books. I drew a picture of Abraham Lincoln on the inside cover for him, even though my book has nothing to do with Lincoln. I thought I being was so clever and funny; Chris seemed mildly amused.
San Francisco is a beautiful city. Every time I visit I feel lucky to be there.
I plan to go to next year's APE, if I can.