“I am ready! I am ready!” spoketh Spongebob Squarepants. (Yeah, I watch too much of that show, and yeah, using the word ‘spoketh’ --- which isn’t even a word, well it’s RIDICULOUS! I know.) I suppose it’s just amazement that I’ve done this work and it’s ready for the show. I’m not frazzled. I’m not scared. I feel that it’s deeply important for me to have this satisfaction. This last year I sifted through everything I believed to be true, only to find that I was positively wrong about so much. Thankfully, I was surprised by an amazing amount of good that came out of it.
I build up everything. Things must be HUUUGE and OVERLY exciting, and IMPERATIVE, so of course I would carve this show into being my LIFECHANGING event. Why? I’ve put this little show at a coffeeshop up on a cement block that I am desperately trying to lift above my head. Hold it high, Gab, STEADY! What am I trying to prove? That I’m doing just fine? or that I’m a ‘real’ artist? Whatever the reason, I made a pact with myself to take this seriously. Be a professional, Gabrielle. Why can’t this be the culmination of a lifelong love of art and clippings?
I sent an invitation to people I haven’t spoken to in years: people I miss (like Karen Evans and my mom). What if they responded? What if this was what they were waiting for from me? These finished art pieces are the fruition of my hopeful heart. My yearning to do something that makes me proud. What if they sparked interest in others? How delightful that would be. I have cursed myself in being a ‘nice person’ because now I refuse to believe anyone’s positive feedback. I mean, of COURSE you’re going to say you like it, or it’s good, right?? Why would you say anything else? Instead of getting affirmation, this show is really about being an EGOMANIAC and wanting a stage for my artwork, and it’s a lovely excuse for uniting all my peoples and art, and I am quite excited about getting to share some drinks and happiness at my new home as well.
I’ve somehow drifted out of being a ‘hugger’, but all I want now is to get you all in big pile and give you hugs and kisses, because really, you have no idea what this means to me….
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Two days and counting.
PERSON A:"Oh Gabrielle, really, it is truly remarkable!"
GABRIELLE: (interior monologue in her head)"How dare you, how can you even say that to me, you biiiiiitttttccchhhh!"
lol
good times.
Art shmart, bring on the goat cheese stuffed, bacon wrapped figs!!!m
honestly, i just don't know how you can ever be SURE that someone is telling you 'honestly' that they love your work. so whatever is said, which will probably be very positive, cannot be trusted right? so let's just assume it's all LIES LIES LIES, and instead concentrate on ME being happy with the work, and ME having a fun fantabulous party...with bacon wrapped DATES, right??
oh, yeah, lol.
Dates, dates, DATES.
Don't mind me, I have figs on the brain.
I love you! And I'm all for hugging. Where has it gone!
You've accomplished something you've dreamed of, bigger than you thought or not, you've gotten up and DONE something with the part of you that makes you you and that I love.
I'm so thrilled for you. I'm very excited that I've not really seen any of the work yet.
I loved seeing you at your show. You were radiant. I wish I had a lot to say about your work, but I mostly was managing kids and didn't get to check it out properly. But I'm planning a little escapade to go revel in the art in a quiet moment. Every moment is life changing, really. This is just one of those moments when you open your eyes wide enough to see it for what it is.
Ok Gabrielle, I have dated artists, had artists for roommates, artists for friends, worked for artists, been the subject of artists......what I am trying to say is that I KNOW artists and have been around a lot of art. No ifs, ands, buts or honestlies about it, your work is truly refreshing. I am so looking forward to going back to the cafe to sip on a latte and savor your art.
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