Every year there’s Biz Baz — the Bizarre Bizaar — an arts festival started by the likes of Dixie Lubin, Nancy Hubble, Laura Ramberg, Nan Renbarger and other founding mothers (forgive me if I didn’t name you). Where else can you find felted sushi, miniature altars to Buddha made of matchboxes, giant clay head-planters and maps of Russia made in checkbook holders?
When Natalie was about eight, she and her cousins sold candy in mason jars, and soon she graduated to a state where she sold beta fish in mason jars and also tiny zen gardens. This means I spent years sitting among the unusual and odd, artistic and off-beat, life aloud in color and texture from inner and outer views of the planet and other delights of the Biz Baz.
Now it’s happening all over again, and today Natalie worked someone else’s stand while I came home and cleaned, but not until I did my own Biz Baz viewing, through the tightly-strung-with-little-stands rooms and aisles filling every nook of the art centers. Long live Biz Baz and its founding mamas!
Founding mama Dixie Lubin and her goddess art, and gift-wrapping with sparkle from Ardys.