This past weekend, I spent my Saturday at an outdoor art show as part of Canmore’s annual artsPeak Festival. Staging any art show (large or small) is a ton of work, but I have to admit that the work is not all mine.
It truly takes a village to get me to (and through) an art show. This was my second show in the month of June, and I have my third show June 24th at the Whyte Museum of the Canadian Rockies.
So, at the risk of sounding like a long-winded presenter on Oscar night, here is a shout out to the many people who help get me out the door, and back into my studio … before, during and after an art show.
Firstly, thanks to my husband who is my biggest advocate, cheerleader and support. He always encourages me to sign up for these shows, even though it means he will have a day or two of marshalling our pre-teen boys for the duration. Each night after a show, he greets me with a hot dinner and a glass of my favorite red wine.
To my mom and dad, who never miss an opportunity to come see me at a show – even some of the out-of-town venues. They also offer the critical job of babysitting our boys when my husband helps me pack up a show. We have one car, and I barely can fit all my art, my display, plus me and my husband in the vehicle, let alone our two kids.
My mom also lends me her finest white table linens for my display (“Someone should be using them!”), and then offers to clean and press them and get them back to me all ready for the next show. (We always argue about who will clean them, and she says, “This is one way I can help you. Let me do it.” She wins.)
To Barb Fyvie, my art studio partner, who is always there at the beginning and at the end of every show. She magically shows up to help me lug the boxes, easels, carts, racks, signs and artwork down the three flights of stairs to my car. She shows up “on the street” two hours before — and for an hour after — my show to help with set up and tear down. And then, when the show is all over, it’s the same in reverse: back up to our shared studio space. Did I mention it’s on the third floor, with no elevator? And not least of all, she invites her friends and family, who never miss a chance to drop by the booth and buy a piece of art.
To my children and the rest of my family, who – when they can – drop by my booth, sharing liberal hugs, asking how it’s going, bringing friends, and even soul-restoring pastries or coffees. They are always anxious to see how it goes after the day is done, and I love that they care.
To my many friends who spread the word about my shows and show up at my booth, and visit and buy art. These people make my day because sometimes I haven’t seen them for months, or even years.
To my fellow artists, my galleries, and my many followers on Facebook, Twitter and my blog … the ones who share, tweet, retweet, comment and give me their “virtual” encouragement. And, for those who also get out from behind the computer and come to the booth so I can meet them in person, where we both laugh that our Facebook/Twitter profile photos don’t do us justice.
To the many organizers who volunteer their time to stage an art show for one or many artists. I have also been on the volunteering side, and I know how much work it is to corral several artists, stage a venue and publicize an event.
And, to my clients who consistently buy my art – at my booth, in my studio or in the galleries that carry my artwork — and who follow my journey and come to my shows (many of you more than once). You keep me doing what I love. You educate me with recommendations of other artists and workshops I should check out, you entertain me with your questions like where I buy my gorgeous show shoes, and warm my heart when you tell me that you love my creations.
Thanks to all of you (and to anyone I missed). You definitely make these events worth doing and help me through every part of this wonderful part of being an artist.