I woke up this morning and pulled the sheet over my head. The dog had been barking all night at wombats. My first solo exhibition space had fallen through yesterday. And I was wondering if I should suck it up go back to my ‘day job’ and forget this art goose-chase.
A very good friend and my partner said it’s not too late to find another space. I’m meant to be exhibiting next week! That’s not a lot of time for media and invitations.
Snaps to them, they found a space at Tap Gallery and it’s a much better space than last time. Plus, an anonymous benefactor just telephoned to say they’d like to hold one of the pieces!
A lot can happen in a day.