If digital data could get dusty, the area where my blog is supposed to be would be covered in dust. Every time I open my website to work on it, I look over at the area that says "blog posts" and go "oops." But, ya know, just like a blank canvas often scares me, so does an empty page. I'm trying very hard to look at those blanks as opportunities instead of barriers. It's all perspective, right?
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Pictures of yours truly at recent gallery shows and openings
Thank you, Virginia
I was born & raised in Kentucky - born in western Kentucky in Paducah, moved to Eminence just before turning five, and lived most of my life in Lebanon/Marion County, with the exception of a few years in California. While I will always be a Kentuckian at heart, I don't think I've ever felt more at home and welcomed by the art community than I have in the Hampton Roads area of Virginia.
At one point during April, I was in five gallery exhibits concurrently. My inner college-age and bankrupt gallery-owner selves are doing cartwheels for me now, seeing my growth as a creator and acceptance as an artist. So from the deepest depths of this newly-minted Virginian's heart, thank you. I love you like I love the beach, and that's saying something.
I'll try to get better at this, but I'm not making any promises. That way, I don't feel as guilty. I'll still feel guilty, but I'm not breaking any promises.