Hard to believe that there are only 3 days left of the first exhibition. The time has flown by.
It is impossible to document all the key points from each day's conversations, responses to the totem paintings, and comments about my work. I am humbled by how the paintings have and are touching people, The totems are reaching out to people, as totems do, and people are responding. Only a few have had a push back reaction to the feeling of being drawn in; uncertain what that feeling was and mistaking it for something negative or dark.
Many times have I felt the urge to look over my shoulder as people speak highly of my work, its quality, and how it respects and honours the great works of the West Coast totems. The artist in me tends to think "Who. Me?"
My hope is find a way of getting high resolution pics of the few paintings that have sold and won't be going on the Parksville Exhibition. Once they are gone, I will not have the opportunity again.
I will so miss being at the Silk Purse Gallery. I have been intensionally savouring every moment as I know that this time will pass, and I will always cherish the memories; the perfect setting in my 'go to' place at Ambleside, the noble eagles that warmed my heart and assured me that everything would be ok, and feeling at home. The realities of my wee studio in my condo will pale in comparison.
There is so much to do in preparing both me and the paintings from travelling to Parksville to set up for the March 3rd opening there.