without the help and constant (and i mean constant) encouragement of my dear friend C, i would not have pulled this off. she encouraged me to paint more, she watched my kids for me and walked screaming lulu out of the coffee shop after she threw a glass of water on the floor while i was setting up the show. she checked in on me and told me she was proud. and she's my fabulous PR girl and gives me credit when i discredit myself. so i give major props to her!
and props to johnny, for driving the kids around the block 50 times while i wired the backs of every painting that he carted into the space for me, all during the crazy lunch rush. try hanging paintings during a lunch rush! it's insanity.
this was a total learning process for me- and let me tell you, i had no idea what i was (or am) doing. all i know is that i made some things (i have about 20 paintings and photographs up) and hung them. they look nice. to me. and that's all that matters, right? it's kind of cool to see my paintings in a public space. my little painting hanging over the head of the person with the mayonnaise smeared on their mouth! it's a little trippy. i have learned that sometimes you have to work with what you have- i originally brought WAY too many pieces, and had to edit which ones to use when i found out that i had to use the nails that were already in the wall (it's a very old brick wall...with not so many nails). and so i couldn't hang them the way that i wanted to. and every time someone came into the coffee shop when i was hanging the pieces and opened or closed the door, they would fall off the wall. and for some reason i thought it would be a cool idea to bring ALL THREE OF MY WILD CHILDREN TO HANG MY FIRST SHOW. that wasn't the best idea. so i'll store that in my file for the future. like i said, it's a learning process.
i'm not fooling myself- this is small beans. but it's a start, and it's a symbol of something bigger for me. setting a goal that seems silly, or unachievable, and then just doing it. even though it feels uncomfortable. or like i'm faking it. but really, we're all faking it until we make it, right?
so tomorrow is my modest little opening. and i'm pooping sequins over it.