Lake Eola Farmers Market

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Every Sunday from 10AM to 3PM there is a Farmers’ Market at the South East corner of Lake Eola. I am doing oil paintings each morning of Lake Eola with the plan to do 49 paintings all around the circumference of the lake. I assume the fountain will be in each painting. I am not sure if the fountain is a requirement yet for the series. I took a break from the early morning painting session on Sunday and decided to get a sketch done at the Farmer’s Market.

While doing this sketch, the bells of the Greek Orthodox Church chimed for well over an hour. Something about that sound and the bustle of the crowds in the market made me feel very relaxed. For once, I felt at home. I feel very blessed to have this time in my life to focus on the activity and view the lake offers downtown Orlando residents. I have sketched the lake before but now it has become an obsession. The people I meet each morning are helping me feel more connected to the Orlando community.

Four of the tents on the left in my sketch are occupied by artists. One artist, Angelo Vasquez, I had just recently sketched as he gave an interview at the Science Center for the Elegy for the Unseen: The Art of Extinct Species exhibit now on display at the Orlando Science Center through November 15, 2026. Admission is free but museum admission is $29 for adults. Angelo had some large black and white prints on display. He works in graphite doing large renderings. At the Science Center he had an immense rendering of a dinosaur in the group exhibit.

Several artists have a cardboard box with a hole cut in it called a Doodle Box. It was meant to look like a vending machine. I am not sure what a doodle box is or what it does, but I think I need to find out and do a sketch. One artist had a sign saying that if you beat him at the board game he was playing you could win a free print. That is pure marketing genius. I am not great at playing any board game so if I were to use the marketing game technique, I would be giving away far too much art for free.

I was set up on pine needles under large palm trees. White Ibis were curious about what I was doing, and they marched up to me to look at my sketch. Since the colorful surface of my sketch wasn’t food, they soon lost interest and strutted away. They are more predominant in my watercolor than the crowds crushed together on the sidewalks.

After my sketch was complete, I walked around to look in all the tent booths. My hope was to pick up some farmers produce for my fridge. There were trinkets galore and food tents around the large live oak tree, but I didn’t find any farmers produce. I was disappointed that I didn’t find any fruits or vegetables, but I could hike up the block to Publix if I wanted to.

I didn’t buy anything since I had my hopes set on some blueberries and strawberries. I recently had a conversation with Jennifer Gwynne Oliver who said that cash is king. All digital exchanges are being tracked by AI. In this digital age we are constantly being surveilled. I only had two one-dollar bills in my pocket. I need to start carrying more cash for just these occasions. I need to just accept the market for the eclectic mix that it is. Next time I go to sketch, I am getting a coconut milk in the coconut shell and sip it while I work.

After the Tone set the tone at TONE.

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Art in Odd Places: TONE / Orlando  has taken over Downtown Orlando on
Magnolia Avenue between Anderson and Washington Streets from September 17-20th. It is a public and visual performance art Festival that presents art in unexpected places. I went downtown on September 17th to see Brian Feldman, a performance artist from Washington D.C. who used to hail from Orlando. I saw him running to and from his car getting the elements for his simple set, a small table with red legs supporting a tiny potted plant, a phone message book, and an old rotary phone. The title of his performance piece was “… after the tone.”

The premise of his performance is that people seldom leave voice messages anymore. Instead, they might leave a text or a message on any number of social media options. I am a case in point. I seldom notice if my phone rings and there are 44 unanswered voice messages that I need to get to. I tend to respond immediately to texts or Facebook messages, however. With so many ways to communicate, I sometimes lose track of which method was used if I need to go back and reread a message. Voice messages may indeed become extinct. 

Joe Rosier was the first patron to approach Brian’s table. Brian asked him to name someone who would be least likely to pick up their phone. Brian then wrote down Joe’s message on a phone message book. Then Brian asked what tone of voice he should use to deliver the voice message. If the person picked up the phone, Brian would immediately hang up. Sure enough, on the first call, the person picked up and Brian hung up. Joe kind of cheated by calling back and asking the person to not pick up. On the second try, Brian delivered a voice message of endearment in a sultry voice.

A young woman approached Brian who knew nothing about his performance or even who he was. She agreed to leave a message with an ex-boyfriend. Her message was fascinating. She wanted him to know that, “You’ll get your $50 and you were never a good boyfriend, what makes you think you’d be a good friend?” Brian’s angered mafia voice tone sent the message with perfection. Another young woman asked Brian to deliver a voice message to congratulate a friend who just landed a new job in Chicago. Brian did his best to deliver the message in a hardy Chicago accent. He practiced, saying “Duh Bears” several times. The message ended with, “Oh, and you’re hot”.

Another artist, Klimchak, guy rode by on a bicycle wearing a flame patterned cape playing a theremin with strong speakers to belt out the sci-fi vibes. It rained for a few minutes and I ran for cover across the street to hide under the arched doorways of the History Cente, leaping over 6 Spanish Moss nests which had bars of Tone soap in them. Three nests were empty. Barbara Hartley later explained that the artist, Dina Mack, had purchased many bars of soap and the missing nests would be refilled each night. Michael Heidmann offered me his umbrella so that I could finish my sketch. Thankfully, the rain stopped long enough for me to finish. I’m so glad Orlando is small enough for this kind of neighborly gesture.

The Greek Orthodox Church around the corner had a food share earlier in the evening. That meant that some people walking past Brian’s performance piece were more concerned with finding a place to sleep rather than art. Across the street and up the block a bit, a man lay down on his back among the landscaping outside the History Center. Later on a fire engine and an ambulance showed up with their sirens and blinking lights. The man was placed on a stretcher and whisked away on the ambulance. Brian felt terrible that he hadn’t called the ambulance. With 50 or so art projects going on, I thought the man might have been a performance artist or maybe he was a homeless man taking a nap before police told him to move along. Being from NYC I’m kind of used to seeing people asleep on sidewalks. Never faint or collapse in a city setting. No one will notice.

After sketching Brian, I went to see an artist who was sealed inside a Plexiglas box. He was sketching his view from inside the box using day glow markers. Four large black lights illuminated him. Yellow plumbing elbows were all around the AT&T building and one of them had a matching elbow with a fist sticking out of it. On the corner of Washington and Magnolia, a 6 foot high board had an American flag and a gun range human silhouette with a target made with flowers. A black hand made from plywood reached up towards the cloudy sky. In the History Center Park, Halee Sommer showed me a storage pod that was set up as a darkroom where anyone could enter to learn how to develop black and white prints from negatives. My older brothers used to develop film in the basement and the smell of the chemicals brought memories flooding back. Amazingly, I only saw a fraction of the art on display. The Tone themed art continued all the way down to the new Dr. Phillips Center for the Performing Arts. As I walked back to my car, I passed a man asleep in an entryway to the AT&T building and kept on walking. Be sure to get downtown and experience TONE for yourself.

The Orlando Public Library offers programs for all tastes.

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George Markward from the Pastrami Project Food Truck offered a course on cooking holiday foods at the main branch of the Orlando Public Library (101 East Central Boulevard Orlando, FL). You should sign up for these courses in advance, but I dropped in unannounced and was welcomed. The library classroom is set up to offer any kind of cuisine course. The sink and oven were in another room adjacent to the classroom. About a dozen foodies sat in attendance.

George prepared three holiday dishes. He prepared a noodle kugel, potato pancakes and caviar on Blinis.  Preparations involved a mad dash of proceeding, stirring, boiling and frying. The great thing is that we all got to taste the finished products and bring the recipes home. I liked the noodle kugel so much that I made it at home the next week. Terry was shocked that I baked something, and it was a hit. Perhaps there is hope that I’ll become a foodie someday. It seemed ironic that the Greek Orthodox Church was feeding the homeless a block away while I was sampling free caviar, sour cream, lox and chives on Blinis. God they were good.

Here is the Noodle Kugel Recipe courtesy of Dave Lieberman.

Total time: 50 minutes.

Preparation time: 5 minutes.

Cooking time: 45 minutes.

Yield: 6-8 servings.

Ingredients.

12 oz wide egg noodles

1/2 stick butter, melted

1 pound cottage cheese

16oz sour cream

1/2 cup sugar

6 eggs

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1/2 cup raisins

Directions.

Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.

Boil the noodles in salted water for about 4 minutes. Strain noodles from the water. In a large mixing bowl, combine noodles with the remaining ingredients and pour into a greased, approximately 9 by 13 inch baking dish. Bake until the custard is set and the top is golden brown, about 30-45 minutes.

Parking Lot Blues

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On February 5th after getting off work at 9pm, I decided to go downtown to One Eyed Jacks to sketch Korndog’s Rock Band Karaoke. The Orlando Weekly listed the event as free so I figure it was a fine spot for a late night sketch and a drink. As I walked to the bar, I noticed these two musicians jamming at the entrance to a parking lot. “Darn”, I thought, “Those guys would make a great sketch”. I decided to keep on task and kept walking to One Eyed Jacks.

At the entrance to the bar I was carded even though my salt and pepper hair is a dead give away that I’m over 21. My ancient beat up license, which was probably issued before the bouncer was born, caused him to do a double take.  He called over another bouncer to take a look. I was finally given clearance and as I was walking in he said, “That will be two dollars.” I turned and said, “Your kidding, right?” Well, the Weekly was wrong. I wasn’t about to pay a cover for bad Karaoke, so I left.

I made a bee line back to the parking lot which is right behind the Greek Orthodox Church near Lake Eola (150 East Washington Street). Cole was teaching Kenny new riffs on the guitar. I leaned against a light pole and sketched them. Cole told me that he had been an artist once. He went to Hawaii with a portfolio and left it in a hotel room by mistake. He turned to his second love which is music. Kenny sang a solo at one point and he had a great voice. It in amazing where talent crops up in Orlando. Kenny helps organize the homeless feedings behind the church where there is often music.

Some lady was walking her toy sized dog and it took a crap on the wood chips while Cole and Kenny and myself watched. When she realized she was being watched the women said, “You wouldn’t happen to have a plastic bag would you?” She and her dog slipped away to her luxury condo. Cole and Kenny laughed at her expression afterward. “She never planned to clean up after her dog.” Was their conclusion.