i feel as though my heart and my joy are going to spill out of my ears and out into world. i have a feeling this is going to be a post that sounds quite dramatic, but i don’t even care. the girly show was so damn cool. seriously, wondrously, unbelievably cool. i had actual chest pains the nite of the show – and jitters, and a very large, chatty, smile. and a headache, which i often have when i’m too happy. isn’t that strange?
where to start?
christine was a lovely host. not only did she kick ass at organizing this show, but her work is even more amazing in person (and i’m lucky enough to have come home with a very special piece). her home is lovely, filled with art and books and windows and music and conversation and love. and she is just so damn cool. she has inspired me beyond words. to stay this artful living path. to be business saavy. to be open. to be the creator of my own experiences. to leap and run and stay quiet all at once.
i will forever be grateful for the experience of being a part of it. i bawled my eyes out in our rental car on the way to the airport yesterday (to a flight that was canceled no less, leaving us stranded for 7 hours at LAX. oh joy). they were tears of release. of disbelief. i just wasn’t sure what to expect. i was feeling intimidated, small, comparing myself to the other girls before the show (had they made a mistake inviting me?), but once i arrived, all of that over thinking floated away and i felt at ease. part of my aha moment that i mentioned in my last post had a lot to do with the inner critic, that voice that creeps up on me and tries to sabotage my real dreams and self. that questioning voice was on it’s way out the door when i left for LA, but i’m pretty sure that the door has been slammed closed after this experience of being with these women and their art, our art, our show. it was so cool.
the evening of the show came quickly and i remember making an effort to slow down, to take in every moment. your first gallery show. remember every moment of it. and i did. and i will.
having breakfast with christine and her BFF melissa the day before the show. talking with them about grief and the circle of it all and talking a bit about our stories. melissa was the honorary BFF all weekend long. she was really great.
hanging out with kimmie and her baby. she flew in from florida to see the show (and family) and i was overjoyed to have a bff of my own in town to help celebrate.
hanging the show on saturday morning was such fun. the very talented penelope helped with the layout of my work and i think it looked great on the wall. thank you, penelope! when it was all done, i took a deep breath and long look. mati gave me a hug. john gave me a hug. it was a moment.
wandering around and seeing all of their art. i had to retrain myself from not buying mati’s elephants and penelope’s twirling girl. if money weren’t an issue, i’d have both of those pieces right now.
meeting boho girl, our very own photographer! she drove up from san diego and i cannot wait to see the photos she took! thank you, denise!
having my sister-in-law liz come with her friend kellie to see the show.
meeting this artist, and this blogger, and meeting all sorts of friendly strangers who came out. i was surprised at just how many people came out for our one night only show! i can’t forget to mention that this talented photographer was our enthusiastic cashier and this lovely woman served us delicious wine all evening long. i paced myself. really, i did.
the show was a success. i sold all but four pieces – available now here, and here, and here, and here. but more than that, i made some new friends, and had an experience i will remember all of my days. mati was right: it turned out to be the very best case scenario.