Thoughts Before An Art Show
If you've been following along for the last couple weeks, you might have noticed a surplus of paintings added to the shop. I honestly feel like if you saw all the behind the scenes you might be concerned for my well-being.
Over the past two weeks, I've painted every night until bed and woke up every morning with a paint brush in my hand by 6:30. Truly the only breaks I've taken were to workout, my other addiction. One night I literally had two rice cakes and a piece of cheese for dinner. My days have been fueled by excessive amounts of coffee, music, and audible books.
I'm not telling you this to show off or to prove to you my hard work. I'm not telling you this for a gold star.
I'm telling you this because I want you to know the heart and passion I have behind these paintings. I'm telling you this because I want you to know how grateful I am for every ounce of support you've given me.
I'm telling you this because I want you to know that even with the lack of sleep and showers and proper nutrition, I really never felt that stressed.
Someone asked me at my last pop-up (which was also my first) if it was hard for me to "put myself out there" - I took a moment to answer and with a big sigh of relief I said "no". To be honest, I've never felt more in my comfort level. I feel like I'm right where I'm supposed to be.
Tomorrow will be the biggest show I've been a part of. It's not just a little table, but two rooms I'm filling with all of my artwork. Rooms I get to fill with my heart.
And while I sit here and think about how I still need to touch up paintings and organize inventory and about a million other things, I feel strangely calm. Because I know at the end of tomorrow, no matter what happens, I spent a day doing what I love.