Last Saturday I had my opening. I can not believe how many thoughts and emotions that stirred up as I faced putting a price on my work, inviting people to come look at it and also buy it. Pride of having managed to create so much in an everyday life with kids, work, household chores etcetera. Shame of thinking what I create could be valuable to someone other than me. Guilt of charging money from people I know and care about. Joy in talking a small step in living my dream. I recognize all these emotions from when I have performed in plays and such, so I just took deep breaths and focused on my tasks and let go of the rest to the universe/higher power/something that thing bigger incomprehensible stuff.
The first challenge was getting there at all... No drivers licence, and even if I had one, we don't have a car. So I was glad to have two kids = dubble trolley. All the drawings tucked up in protective paper and towels :).
Next challenge was the hanging. Everything looked nice and right as in the photo. Until five minutes (for real) before the doors were opening three pictures fell straight off the wall onto the floor and the frames and glass were shattered and all over the floor.
No problem.
Sweep sweep. Throw away frames. Put up the pictures without frames with scotch. Classy.
No problem.
Sweep sweep. Throw away frames. Put up the pictures without frames with scotch. Classy.
Everything else went right as Ray. People came, had a good time, loved some of my stuff (it is a good feeling to have people charging across the room going "Noooooooo! That one has been sold already!" Well, sort of anyway), and gave me plenty of well needed support and love. Kajsa Svensson played and sang as magically as ever her interpretations of poems by Edith Södergran and swept us all away on a stream of softness and nostalgia. I had a great time. So great I forgot to take pictures. I have heard rumours other people did, so I may post more later. Anyways, I am filled with gratitude toward those who came and made my day a brighter one. I will cherish it forever!
I went there a bag lady. Went home a flower lady.
And now my apartment is full of flowers.
Love!