A Gallery? Me? Say Whattttt?

Sometimes my little universe is a funny place. Sometimes, not so much funny as it is..interesting or as I say..mildly amusing. I have been accepted to show at a really fantastic local gallery. Why is that a big deal? Glad you asked, allow me to 'splain Lucy"

Several people I care about have been the driving force behind this. They have encouraged me and supported my creative efforts with, honestly, more faith in me and what i do than I seem to have had in myself.

Reluctant

Adjective (Pronounced: RE-Luck-Tent)

to struggle against, oppose, resist

Not wanting to take some action; hesitant; uncertain

i.e Jase.

So here I am, in a gallery, getting my stuff ready for something called hang day. Soon as I heard that phrase, I imagined myself dropping from the gallows, legs doing the dead mans dance... but as it turns out that's just when you get your stuff hung. No actual gallows. 

So with this odd sense of wonder and excitement, I cant help thinking about how people will respond to my work. How will they 'see' it. Will it sell? Will I flop? Many people i know have suggested i shut up and let the universe do its thing, so here i go shutting up.

But to those friends of mine, those wonderful and patient people who choose to annoy, torment, pester, plague, molest, worry, badger, harry, harass, heckle persecute, irk, bullyrag, vex, disquiet, grate, beset, bother, tease, nettle, tantalize or ruffle me..I just wanna say thanks. Tada! here i am, walking down the exact road you said i would be.

Aint life funny that way.