The Saturday Market closes on Christmas Eve and all the artists go back to their tiny caves and polish their hammers and read novels for the next three months, or so goes the myth. Actually the organization takes a teeny break for staff vacations, which are not even all at the same time, because the work must go on. There is a tiny moment when the data base switches over and we go from over 500 members to zero. It's just a technicality of course, as many of the members of Saturday Market have a long membership, and fortunately we continue to enroll new ones every season. Soon the applications will go out again and the membership will build back up.
We had our January Board meeting this week. Officers were elected and I was again honored to be elected to serve as Secretary, with the emphasis on the word serve. People who volunteer a lot know that of course you do get a reward for it, but it is not much but the reward of participation, belonging, and the giving of your time to make something greater than yourself possible. It's significant, highly entertaining and sometimes quite difficult, but always worth the effort.
I've been volunteering for Saturday Market on and off for the last 40 years, even being lucky enough to have been the Chair back in 1981 when we incorporated, so there is my signature on the articles of incorporation. In a nice symmetry I also got to sign the articles of incorporation for our nonprofit, the Kareng Fund. It feels like a legacy to have longstanding service, and I am both humbled by it and grateful for the opportunity to have something in my life I really care about that is way bigger than me.
The Kareng Fund was begun in 2002 or 2003 by Judy Vanderpool after the death of a Market member, Karen Buxton. Like most artists Karen left behind much of her unsold work and Judy decided to sell it and use the money to fund grants for others of us who were in situations that could be helped by a bit of cash. The fund grew and others joined in and a Board was formed. The name honors Karen and another member we lost at the same time, Liza Karen Loube. They live on in the name which is hard to get at first but is simply the Caring Fund with an artistic spelling.
In 2012 with the guidance of the formidable Beth Little, the KF Board decided to take the big step of getting out from the umbrella organization which was providing us with nonprofit status and strike out on our own. We learned that to qualify we would have to broaden our grant base, which used to be just Saturday Market members. We decided that it could be our advantage to broaden it to all independent artisans in Oregon, those who live under 200% of the federal poverty income line, while broadening our donation base as well. We could go public with our work. Most artisans have little in place as a safety net and exist by the work of their two hands, their hearts, and their minds. When crisis hits, they often do not have the resources to get through it while continuing to work and sell their work. Our small grants (now up to $750) have funded artists after fires, accidents, health crises, and the deaths of family members, plus situations less dramatic.
Before the Affordable Care Act, there was a great demand for grants to help with health issues. Most craftspeople work their bodies hard and it is often repetitive, forceful work. Lots of us could not afford health insurance, and indeed we are one of the groups who have greatly benefited from the so-called Obamacare. We at the Kareng Fund know that this is true as we set up a program to assist people in enrolling, and many of us did. Now we get fewer grant requests for these issues, though of course there are many needs that insurance does not cover in a time of health catastrophes. We are happy to help with related bills or other things that arise at the time, such as replacing water heaters or paying bills incurred unexpectedly. We no longer just send a check, but can reimburse or pay bills if they meet our conditions and we have consensus regarding the need.
Speaking for myself, I am so comforted to know that there is a bit of a net for me. When I broke my heel, not only could I not work, I couldn't drive or bike, for three months and then a longer period of regaining my mobility. I needed a lot of help and getting that card and grant was the most heart-warming moment ever. Just knowing that I was noticed, important and cared for was an immense comfort. I joined the Kareng Fund Board shortly afterward and have served as the Secretary since, helping shepherd us through the paperwork and all the learning we had to do to get our 501(c)(3) status.
Other members of the KF Board have been so generous with their time, and care so much, it often brings me to the verge of tears. The most astonishing part, however, is the continuing generosity of all of the Saturday Market members and others who have donated time, money, and their incredible work to the fundraising efforts over the decade. This is most evident at the Holiday Market but throughout the year many members donate small amounts to the Fund when paying their fees every week, by rounding up their 10% with a small donation or directly giving their hard-earned cash.
The Holiday Market is when the generosity is completely brilliant. We fill five or six giant baskets with the assorted, donated crafts of literally hundreds of artists and have a drawing to give them away. We hold an Auction with Percussive Interludes to sell other items back to ourselves in what we lovingly call the Pottery Smash. This developed when a couple of potters tried bowling pots down the aisle with predictable horror and shards and the energy was corralled into an auction. Potters and ceramic artists and others donate items that are auctioned quickly and if they don't get bids, they are sometimes broken with glee. Really the pieces broken are almost always seconds with cracks or flaws that ruin them for retail and only rarely are valuable pieces destroyed, but there is a cathartic element of destruction that can happen with artists who are reaching the end of a retail year and often grueling holiday sales period, and some delight in the breakage. Sure, it can be horrifying, but life is full of horror and dismay and some of like the nonfictional aspect of this contrast to our usual sales experience. Anyway, this year we raised some $6000 at the Holiday Market through all of the ways we sought donations, a truly remarkable show of deep caring.
In two weeks we will have our first public fundraising event, Art Bingo, which will be held Sunday, Feb. 8, at Cozmic at 8th and Olive, from 5-7 pm. The games will be family-friendly, low cost, and there will be kids' prices too. All of the prizes will be donated crafts, art pieces, and gift certificates from local small businesses. We feel that this is a launching party for our bigger, more far-reaching goal to make and give a million dollars in grants. No one ever believed we would give $20,000, so a million sounds do-able in someone's lifetime anyway, maybe not mine. But I will do my part, and even bring some Jell-O art for some lucky winner. We'll have a little entertainment and a lot of fun, and refreshments will be available at the Edsel, which has that delicious pizza and hard cider and lots of other treats which you can purchase to support the generosity of Cozmic too. They are the place for fundraisers as all small local nonprofits know, and they really deserve our support for all that they give to organizations in our town.
So please plan to be there, join us, and do access our fund if you need us and qualify. Our brochure is out with the application right on it, and you can pick one up at the Saturday Market office, open Tues-Fri 10-4 as usual. We have a website at http://www.karengfund.org/ where you can donate or access an application. We are indeed part of your safety net if you make art in Oregon and need a hand. We are happy to serve you. That's what we do when we are not hammering things into shape and toting tubs and pop-ups down to the Park Blocks. We care.
Friday, January 23, 2015
Saturday, January 10, 2015
How I love the offseason
I am so happy to stay in bed until 8:00 on a Saturday. Actually I do prefer to be up by 7:00 but the point is that I don't have to go anywhere today! I can listen to Frank's show on KLCC or a variety of great radio shows on KRVM, I can watch woodworking shows and cooking shows on PBS, can play around in the yard or do what most people do on Saturdays, clean the house.
There is always some part that hasn't been cleaned in (literally) years. I am not a great housekeeper, though my training was comprehensive growing up in a family of sisters. We always cleaned on Saturday mornings in my memory, dusting, vacuuming, cleaning the bathroom. I do not do any of those things weekly, sorry Mom. There are many domestic chores I just put off until I am disgraced by the state of things. Cleaning the stove, the oven, under the sink, in the corners...just takes way too much time.
I use the excuses that I work for myself and am a fulltime artist and those things just take priority. I also have to take care of my body and mind in my spare time and maintain my house and shop and have most of the pressures that most people have in the 21st century, but there are many things I just opt out of and updating my house and keeping it in shape for visitors just doesn't happen. I have had the same curtains for decades and my decor changes minimally unless it is time to paint. In contrast to the *normal* American lifestyle I am something else.
When I think of the hundreds of thousands of dollars I would have needed to have *kept up with the Joneses* all these decades, I feel very fortunate that I made the choice to opt out of consumerism. I do still have to buy things and in big stores I feel the seduction of things I just like or love and want to own...and see the way certain things would improve my life, but that money is pretty hard to earn and it seems way better to save it and use it on things like my art. If I had a big family or even a live-in partner I guess I would have been forced to make different choices. I envy those who have big comfortable houses where people can gather and stay and eat big meals and have the counter space to do things easily without moving other things out of the way, but the amount of time needed to clean and maintain big houses is far too expensive in my view, and I am not the sort to hire people to do my work. I do not want any servants.
I run around in the circles of ethical choices and am aware that one plane trip will tip the balance of all of those plastic things I've kept out of the landfill and all those car trips I've opted to bike or walk on instead. I'm okay with feeling that sometimes it's in balance and sometimes not. I can wish for things that are in opposition and just know that I won't get all my wishes.
Time is what I want, my time, to do with as I please. That's what I get in the offseason when I am not trying to retail anything and not consuming much either. I enjoy the round of work: doing the books and taxes, deep-cleaning the few parts that need it the most, working on my Jell-O art and my research. I put up a big table in the livingroom and spread out both the Jell-O and the research and just go from one to the other with lots of snack breaks and a day of yardwork if the sun comes out. I get a chance to enjoy cooking or baking something. I write, read, and just take my time to do things. No pressure.
The trick will be to do so much of this that I am sick of it by April and ready to start Market again. The Jell-O Show will be the last Saturday in March, and then I will get two markets before I go to Australia. When I get back I will be turning 65, which probably will not be a big deal. I do wonder how I got this old.
Then all the hoopla building up to OCF, and another year goes around. I guess that is how I got this old. It will be my 40th year of being a member of Saturday Market. Time flies when you are keeping it simple too.
There is always some part that hasn't been cleaned in (literally) years. I am not a great housekeeper, though my training was comprehensive growing up in a family of sisters. We always cleaned on Saturday mornings in my memory, dusting, vacuuming, cleaning the bathroom. I do not do any of those things weekly, sorry Mom. There are many domestic chores I just put off until I am disgraced by the state of things. Cleaning the stove, the oven, under the sink, in the corners...just takes way too much time.
I use the excuses that I work for myself and am a fulltime artist and those things just take priority. I also have to take care of my body and mind in my spare time and maintain my house and shop and have most of the pressures that most people have in the 21st century, but there are many things I just opt out of and updating my house and keeping it in shape for visitors just doesn't happen. I have had the same curtains for decades and my decor changes minimally unless it is time to paint. In contrast to the *normal* American lifestyle I am something else.
When I think of the hundreds of thousands of dollars I would have needed to have *kept up with the Joneses* all these decades, I feel very fortunate that I made the choice to opt out of consumerism. I do still have to buy things and in big stores I feel the seduction of things I just like or love and want to own...and see the way certain things would improve my life, but that money is pretty hard to earn and it seems way better to save it and use it on things like my art. If I had a big family or even a live-in partner I guess I would have been forced to make different choices. I envy those who have big comfortable houses where people can gather and stay and eat big meals and have the counter space to do things easily without moving other things out of the way, but the amount of time needed to clean and maintain big houses is far too expensive in my view, and I am not the sort to hire people to do my work. I do not want any servants.
I run around in the circles of ethical choices and am aware that one plane trip will tip the balance of all of those plastic things I've kept out of the landfill and all those car trips I've opted to bike or walk on instead. I'm okay with feeling that sometimes it's in balance and sometimes not. I can wish for things that are in opposition and just know that I won't get all my wishes.
Time is what I want, my time, to do with as I please. That's what I get in the offseason when I am not trying to retail anything and not consuming much either. I enjoy the round of work: doing the books and taxes, deep-cleaning the few parts that need it the most, working on my Jell-O art and my research. I put up a big table in the livingroom and spread out both the Jell-O and the research and just go from one to the other with lots of snack breaks and a day of yardwork if the sun comes out. I get a chance to enjoy cooking or baking something. I write, read, and just take my time to do things. No pressure.
The trick will be to do so much of this that I am sick of it by April and ready to start Market again. The Jell-O Show will be the last Saturday in March, and then I will get two markets before I go to Australia. When I get back I will be turning 65, which probably will not be a big deal. I do wonder how I got this old.
Then all the hoopla building up to OCF, and another year goes around. I guess that is how I got this old. It will be my 40th year of being a member of Saturday Market. Time flies when you are keeping it simple too.
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