I love being a full time mom, and I am very excited that we have another baby on the way, but I have been surprised that I feel a greater need to curate than I do to paint. Painting was my first love, but how much I loved having a gallery was this beautiful surprise. I loved meeting new artists every month. I loved falling in love with new art and turning art spectators into collectors with my reasonable prices and payment plans. I miss the artist drop offs and pick ups and the monthly spackle paint and install. I miss a lot of things. I don't miss having to drive to UPS and lugging big boxes- because they missed me in the gallery or having to clean up static filled packing peanut crumbs. I don't miss the crazy factor- which I didn't experience at 1904 South St, but dealt with in spades at 53 N. 2nd. There was a thief and there was a death threat- both during my pregnancy with Lillian- and there was an artist who seemed to be lingering around the corner waiting for me to post something on Facebook so that she could start a conversation and then try to sell me used books or art supplies while telling me how great her art is and how she deserved a solo show. I also don't miss stressing about making an extremely high rent every month. So what am I getting at? I am letting you know that I recognize that having an art gallery is a need for me and in the not so distant future I will open a gallery again. It will be small- it will be invitation and appointment only, and art will have to be dropped off in person. I am so happy that I will do this again!
And here is the space- there's still a lot of work to do.
