I was lucky enough to have an art show. It went well. There was this magnificent build up to it. It was stressful, fun, scary and fulfilling. I had help. I needed it. I was not an artist. Meaning I didn't know what artist do to prepare for such things. If you go to school or work in the field it's part of your life. I on the other hand had spent a chunk of my life just on a

proverbial walk about. Shooting all things I could along the way. I was trying not o have a show but to just fulfill my own life with what I like. Images. Lots and lots of images. Polaroids mostly. I like the instant very much.

The show was a surprise at the time. Just like regular form I let it go for while. Then crunch time happen. I need to get shit done. This I owe to a friend. See she had way more experience with this sort of thing. She works for an artist. Had done all kinds of hanging and work doing that kinda work. She really guided the feel of this show.

All lessons to me. Good ones.

So what did I forget to do? I forgot to keep moving. It was a great chance for me to get my art out there. Oh and calling myself an artist was really hard. When you put yourself out there you make yourself a target in a way. At least in my head.

All in all it went well. It was a good show and lots of friends showed up. Got a good review and everything.

here is a nice write up.

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