Wednesday is my day off of work. So is Thursday. I am putting up eight framed prints at a local cafe next Tuesday. I am taking it seriously, even if that seems silly to everyone else. It’s not the Whitney, it’s not even a gallery, and the best I can hope for is they don’t get knocked off of the wall; but it has ben really good for me. Having a deadline has really pushed me to get productive, I’ve been editing and test printing and making sequencing decisions.
Knowing I have this one little wall in this one little room, that gets to be mine for a month, has whet my appetite for showing my work. I should have been doing this a year ago when I first moved here. I should have hit the ground running, but I didn’t. I have consistently been proactive about job-hunting ever since graduation, really I have. (I am determined to get out of food service and it will happen.) I haven’t been determined (or confident) about sharing my work and pursuing exhibition opportunities. It’s scary. My skin is thin when it comes to my work, but finally doing nothing was feeling worse than rejection. And tentatively I already have another show booked. I have a lot of plans and a lot of ideas. I just need to stay focused.