self-portrait wednesday

One sleep to go, and I’m a little bit nervous.

When preparing all the work it’s easy to imagine that when the day comes it will all be done, and the only thing remaining is to hang it and wait for the opening function.

When hanging it, one imagines that the only thing to do now is relax and wait for the opening.

When waiting for the opening, one becomes tense and edgy instead of relaxed.  This is silly, and one should slap oneself around the head and get over it, but to be truthful I find these kids of things a bit stressful, and I’m not such a good mingler.

I’m not sure what to expect at the opening.  We have invited a fair number of people.  Some will come, some will come to look later, some won’t come at all I suppose.  Loco will either be spilling out onto the street, or there will be a few of us milling around down the back.

It’s a ridiculous emotional contradiction.  I’ll either be thrilled and terrified by the number of people, or anxious and relaxed at the small gathering.  We’ll just have to see how it turns out,  but in the meantime there has been traffic at Loco, Daniel has sold one work before we have even opened, and the response seems to be good so far.

I’m nervous, but bring it on.