I did my first real art show in 1998, in my hometown of Findlay, Ohio. Terrified, I sat in the back of my booth waiting impatiently for someone to walk in and look through the things I had made. I remember the feeling was like being on the verge of having a heart attack. What if they look and say nothing? What if they don't like my work? I don't know what to say....I can't even look them in the eye.
The things I make really matter to me. The stress of putting these things I made with my hands and my heart before the eyes of the public was hard. Even harder was to stand there and worry about how they would be received. I truly felt as if I were standing naked before the world, waiting for them to pick out my fears, my faults, my imperfections....
That show ended well, in spite of the fact that an unexpected storm picked up my tent and blew it a good block and a half down the street. Wet assembly directions in hand, I left the show with pieces of a tent I took apart upside down, but with a smile in my heart.
I have been successful at 'being an artist', but now I am once again 'standing naked'. Never did I think I would write a blog or have a website to sell from, I love meeting the people who buy my art in person. I am hoping that I can connect now in a different way, one that would allow me to spend more time MAKING art and less time in a hot tent.... Also, I think it's time to share what I have learned a bit. :)