Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No, wait! It gets BETTER! Wow. WOW! You guys are just the best group of people I've never met. Thank you all, so much. How lovely to be a ball of nerves and have all of you guys pulling for me. Bless your hearts. . . . I didn't really think today could get better, I mean, really. Really! But, I also have an interview for real work tomorrow morning. I believe in my own premonitions now. This morning was uneventful. I scraped enough change together to pay for a pack of smokes, headed over to my grandmother's to pick up my keys to the studio. There I had the most wonderful cup of coffee and a sweet potato, with real butter and brown sugar. I didn't think the day was going any where, didn't feel like dealing with paint, or brushes, I mostly wanted to sit in front of the TV with my cat in my lap. I got an email from my aunt, who knows someone who owns a gallery downtown. It so happens, there's a show on Saturday for artists aged 20 - 30, and he wants me to bring 3 pieces in. I'm bringing 6. The thing is, even if I don't get into the show, this is a connection I've never had the chance at making before. And really, I'm just excited to have someone look. And the job. I know the job is mine, I know it because I know it. Just like I know I'm taking this, this, this, this, and this. But, this is what it's all about. In the words of my grandmother: It's time. 7:57 p.m. - 2003-02-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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