My silence was starting to get rude. How about a "Hello?" Hello there! There's a lot of follow up work after a show, so it's been a mix of that (picture chicken running around with its head cut off- on second thought-don't), and recovering from the "high" from the Opening. We're going to have a video, if all goes well and I'll post it so you can see the performances.
Moncton got hit with a super bad snow storm that night- hail, storm warnings, big winds but we still had a packed gallery. Fortunately those from out of town didn't try out the roads that night. Not a good idea-even in the name of art.
The girls were great. Their performances were so touching I cried at rehersals. I had trouble seeing during the real time performances. We had a great time yakking after. It was set up like a guessing game. If people wanted to, they could link a performer to a painting. Quite a few did and I loved your insights.
The next morning I didn't want to get out of bed. I was down since it was over and since I'm enforcing a bit of a break from solo shows, I felt I had nothing to look forward to. That's a necessary evil though. I've read it's a common problem for "creatives" to get burnout, and being a perfectionist personality type (I'm not bragging-that's turned out to be a really bad thing for me) I don't tend to stop to enjoy. I got a rush to want to start another 20 paintings. Instead, more realistically, I've hit the books again to 'fill up the well' so I won't run empty on inspiration. Right now I've been assigned a Wodehouse novel from my book club, I've got Jane Austen's "Emma" on the go, and I'm going to start reading "Monet's Table." My non-fiction, "Ready or Not Here Life Comes" about how society fails to prepare young people for the working world is going to take a little break. Bring on the fantasy, I say. At least for a little while...