Wow. So much has been happening. I hung my work in the gallery window on Monday and stayed over at my parents house because it is a bit of a drive. It turned out much better than I expected.
After hanging my artwork I was exhausted and came back the next day before I headed home. People were stopping down the street to look at it.
I just got off the phone with someone from the newspaper. They are running a cover story about me and my artwork on mothers day. I always feel nervous speaking to journalists because of the spin they put on things. I'm also hyper private. I hate talking about myself.
I know. Sooo contradictory that I have this super secret, available on the internet blog. Ha ha. I think the chances of someone I know stumbling upon my blog is super slim. Then I would feel self conscious.
The article is no accident because we sent a press release out. When it comes down to it, though, I shrivel up inside. I feel like what I'm going through is nobody's business but mine. I feel like if I disappeared completely, that would be okay. People often assume that artists want fame but some of us would be content with making things in our basements. Having them hang in public and scrutinized can be painful. I guess you could call me the reluctant artist.
Anyway, enough of my anxieties. The show looks awesome and a half.
I had amazing adventures while I was gone and I can't wait to share them. People are fascinating.
Unfortunately the reflection off the front of the windows was brutal, so I had to shoot from the side. I then began photographing my reflection. I never fail to entertain myself and incite curiosity from passersby.