On my birthday this year, friend Amy and I went to our diner, where the upholstered backs of clam shell shaped booths re-cast us into the Birth of Venus, with the obvious advantage that we can still order Greek Salad from our regal surroundings (no onions on Amy’s, please). In honor of the day, we had a serious talk about my hopes for the upcoming year, and I told Amy that all that really mattered to me was to keep making pictures I loved for my blog. “You know, Brenna, have you ever thought of showing your pictures at an art fair? Because I love it – it feels so great to have people come by who want to look at art and talk about it.”
I think I set my fork down in mid bite. At least, I hope I did, because Amy’s comment had stopped my mind so thoroughly, I surely would have stabbed myself in the lip if I kept trying to aim lettuce at my mouth. “Amy, you know, it never occurred to me to show at an art fair just for the fun of having people see my pictures. I only ever think of it as a way to sell something, and you know, that’s just too depressing.”
“Brenna, its really fun. You should do it!” Amy said, and right then, she invited me to share her exhibition space at the Riverwest Art Association Walk in October. Maybe it was the muted pink of our circa 1990 surroundings, but I swear a rosy glow began seeping into some awfully tenacious shadows, ignited that day by my friend’s heartfelt gift of encouragement.
So here we go, folks. Little by little, I am getting ready with new images and old – picking sternly from among the self-indulgently crowded field of “darlings,” trying my hand at cutting mats and scrounging frames, facing the scariest dragon of all, ordering prints. I surely will appreciate your feedback, if you notice one or two pictures you really like. If this blog is evidence of anything, it is how often my judgement is impaired where my own work is concerned.
Wish me luck! (I hope I don’t screw this up….)