so this last thursday was my third art walk. also the third time ever that i've shown my work. with the exception of a few college things.
my neighboring town, joplin, has an art walk every third thursday evening of the month. blocks one through seven of main street are set aside for art, street musicians and a variety of other family friendly activities. it's a fairly new development and a wonderful event for this area. joplin has been changing the last few years and arts and culture seem to finally matter around here. and even if it's just a little bit, it's a huge improvement and one i'm very happy about.
so a few months ago, after lunch with my friend, linda, who is on the third thursday (aka 3th) committee, i decided to look into showing my work. i was told i could exhibit and in june i did just that. and again in july. and in august.
i've always been shy about my paintings. i've never known how to judge them or value them. or even how i see them. so showing my work anywhere except facebook and my own home was always almost out of the question. but through the encouragement of many wonderful twitter friends, from my kids and from ian (the love of my life :) ), i decided to take a risk and step out a little bit.
i never could have predicted the effect it's had on me.
i don't mean to be dramatic, but it kinda changed me and my view of my art completely.
the first night i showed at the art walk, i was put in a hallway. i had set up the night before, so i arrived, sat in the provided chair, and waited. people started arriving, coming in through the opposite end of the hallway, where another painter had displayed her work.
it instantly and unexpectedly felt strange, as people started looking at my work. the fact that they stopped to really look at what *i* painted, took me aback a bit. and then i noticed some looking intently...and for a long time. i never thought of my work as anything someone would look at intently *or* for a long time :). then i began hearing their comments (before they realized i was at the end of hallway listening ;) ). people of all ages saying how much they liked this piece or that piece. "ooh, look at this!!", etc. and then the excitement in their voice when they got down to me.. "is this YOUR work???"
was fucking amazing. and the weird thing is that it wasn't an ego trip in any kind of way. it wasn't like that at all. not a confidence builder or anything like that. what it was was this profound experience of "sharing". to see people appreciate and be affected by something that came from *me* blew my mind. it sounds crazy, but i got tears in my eyes and had to stop myself from full out bawling. comment after comment about what they "saw", or how a piece made them feel, or how much they loved the colors, or whatever it was. for someone, ANYONE, to "get it", had an impact on me that i never expected. i hadn't thought too much about whether people would like my work or not, i just wanted to show it and see what happened. i never thought about seeing someone connect with something i created or about the profound effect that would have on me.
so since then, i've been painting again. i also got business cards and a web site! ..HUGE steps for me :) (see blog two ;) ). i feel like i have a voice and that there are people out there who want to hear it. my work will never be shown in great galleries or change anyone's thinking about the world. but to know that i created something that brought joy to someone...well...that means the world to me.
here's my web site :) http://artlovegroove.com/
thank you so much sarah (@kyelani) for building this for me. you bring a whole new meaning to "friends with benefits" ;D