It’s been a little over two weeks now since the opening night of my second solo exhibition Divided Heart, with two weeks left to go. What a journey. Six months in the making, 43 paintings and lots of pouring my heart and soul out onto the canvas. Draining at times, invigorating at others. Moments overflowing with creativity and others spent grasping for a waft of a thought as it came and went before I could grab hold or write it down, or paint it… It wasn’t until I stood in the gallery space and looked around at all those paintings that I realised just how much work I’d created in that space of time. It felt good. It felt right. Leaning up against walls and cupboards, stacked up against each other in my studio and home, the paintings were not yet complete. Not in the sense that they needed a home.
So now, I’m trying to find the right home for each of them. Not any old home. The right one. Last year, I sold about 75% of my exhibition on the opening night, it was quite a rush. This year it’s different. Lots of people. Lots of love in the room, but not many sales. In fact there’s only been one sale since opening night. But then I think that is a story for another time,another post. I’ll mull that over a little more before I pen those thoughts. For now though, I’ll leave you with some snaps of the night, and my work too. Pax.