There's only a handful of days left before the opening of my very first solo show. The large pieces are framed, a few paintings are being finished, and I'm working out the hanging arrangement in my head. Lists are being made, last minute invites are being sent, the website is being tweaked and fingers are being crossed.
It is exciting, there's no doubt about it, and I'm looking forward to hearing the response from people, most of whom have never seen my work, or know what I do. I have already gotten some positive feedback from people who I really respect, so that is comforting. But it'll be different on the night, of course.
It's slightly nerve wracking, this thing that we do. Making art and then presenting it to the world. Like a new baby that we think is the most beautiful thing ever created, and everyone coo's over it...but what do they really think, in the comfort of their own home, far away from the new mother? Who knows. But that's not really the point either. We don't make art for the sake of appeasing the public en masse. We make it because we have to, and there is no rhyme or reason to it really. We would make it even if it was never seen by another living soul.
But it's always nice when it is, and that's what I'm looking forward to.
