|The piece that made the show card:|
"The warm wind filled the air with dry earth"
I dropped off three new pieces of work to a big time gallery. I awoke early, anxious and excited....but mostly anxious.
I had a short but real questioning with myself about the quality and value of my work...it was a short speech.
I drove into Santa Barbara and delivered my work to a white walled gallery, and chatted with the super nice lady who changed the spelling of my name and took my work into the back, behind the scenes. I could hear her walk away and feel a bubbling sense of pride with every one of her steps.
I had hoped to get some work into this gallery, I had said a little word....and here I am 1 year later.
I am still in shock, but have many distractions before Thursday so I think that floating feeling will last for a little while longer.
To ground myself even further, I spent the afternoon making terriaums for the two holiday boutiqes I have coming up this week. Living gifts...life in a cubicle.