Last week was one for my history books. A combination of many changes on the home front, a future as uncertain as swarming bees, and a commitment to something that scared the snot out of me put me in an unfamiliar spin. I hope not to return to it anytime soon – to the spin that is.
I was not afraid when I committed to the project. I conjured it up, sought it out, and asked for it. I was confident, ready, and wanting to take on the hardest target I could find. When my target (and friend) accepted, and the time drew near, my heart began to beat with insecurities that I am thankful to call an odd occurrence. Good words from far away friends, the reality of ‘no turning back,’ and a desire to keep moving forward forced my hand, my heart, and my brush. The first one was hard, the rest, a pleasure I hope to repeat with new shiny faces, in new lovely places, for many years to come.
Below is the work produced over four days at The Art Spirit Gallery in Ceour D’Alene, Idaho. Friends, some old, some new, lined up to sit for me. The pieces averaged 1.5 hours, and together, we produced my first ‘sold-out’ gallery show.
I came home exhausted and satisfied. I will do it again, and again. Next time, without the spin.