I woke up and saw a thick, fluffy snowfall outside my window. My first thought was “How beautiful,” and my second thought was “No one is going to show up to the reception because of the weather”. Luckily, the turnout was indeed very good – I can proudly say that we ran out of plastic cups.
I have to admit that I was pretty nervous before the exhibition. Whenever my family and friends would call me up throughout the days before, to try and assure me that everything will go well, I would remember three situations that had happened in my life in relation to exhibitions.
One of those situations was when I was still a student, and a friend of mine was having an exhibition for her graduation project. It was taking place in the late spring, and the weather was quite hot. All of us pretty girls showed up to the reception in short-sleeved or sleeveless dresses. What ended happening was that a guy who liked her bit her on the shoulder. Not too painfully, but hard enough to notice. My friend was always busy talking to people, and he chose to express himself that way to gain her attention.
The next story happened during a group exhibition, where all the artists were very attractive ladies. Only one sculptor was there to represent the male gender. He was quite excited to be in such company, and he decided to try and find an elegant shoe, to show off by drinking champagne out of it, like in the old times. It was the winter, so, what he ended up finding was the warm boots of the gallery manager.
The last story is quite recent. I was chatting with my husband during another reception when a young man practically squeezed himself right between us. He had to shove my husband aside a little bit. After that, he went ahead and told me that he was a beginner artist who needed some advice. He had his portfolio with him, which he handed to me for examination.
Yesterday’s reception was wonderful. I am so grateful to everyone who could make it, despite the weather. I would like to say a special thank you to those who work at the gallery.
Thank you also to the people I wasn’t familiar with, who nonetheless stopped by and offered some lovely words about my art.
And finally, hugs and kisses to all who have offered me words of encouragement. Thank you, my dear bloggers!
Those who know my husband's photographic style can try and find me in these photos.
After the reception I felt like that: