January 7…this post should have been written yesterday, but MY epiphany happened today, as I was on my way to delivering the artwork to the gallery that will house my one woman show, In Her Eyes, for the next month. After long days of measuring and cutting mats, titleing artworks, then framing and bundling them up, with no less than five good friends, I suddenly realized what a group effort putting this art show on has become.
Sure, I conceived and produced the 40 artworks that are in the show, but from the very beginning of this long labour my friends and family were instrumental in getting it off the ground. Whether it was to snap photos, listen to my musings, cheer as I produced the works or be their inspiration, they were there every step of the way, encouraging me to go forward and bring the work to completion. And they became my evangelists, proclaiming the good news to anyone who would pay attention! I most literally would not have been able to do this work without them.
I once read an article about how the story of artists who achieved acclaim later in life was invariably a love story, for their art, and usually stomachs, were often fed by loved ones close to them. I have yet to achieve any extraordinary acclaim for my art work but I am most definitely blessed to be living my own love story, one that is full of caring, giving people.
The photograph below is one I snapped during an emotion charged photoshoot at the Butter Church. I think it speaks a thousand words.
This Saturday night, I will be privileged to celebrate my artistic achievement with my friends and family. If you are in the vicinity of the Martin Batchelor Gallery in Victoria, please come and celebrate with me these extraordinary people whom I hold so dear.