Saturday and Sunday my studio was Open. I was there, in it, anticipating the company of interested, open minds and hearts. Usually in my studio I am alone. I am the open mind and heart – if I’m where I want to be.
Being open implies vulnerability, preparedness, a certain faith. I brought that in as well as organizing paintings, putting prices up (read Enormous out of my court effort), making cards so everyone who came took something away.
What I tried not to let in the door were expectations, fear-based attention to my flaws and any neediness-based self aggrandizement.
So with my heart and my door open I sat in the gallery of my studio noticing my inclination toward discomfort in my own skin/space.
I got to practice what I preach and notice that I’m a good student of my beliefs. When the wonderful people who came by walked in I was so happy to see them and happy to answer questions and give my thoughts about my work. I got to know myself better, I drank the wonderful cider from the Farmer’s Market and ate the outstanding cake that Paula brought as a welcoming gift. I sat with comfort and discomfort, nervousness and competence.
It was a full two days. I’ll probably put together an art sale in December. See friends. Have fun.
Thanks to you all I have a bigger heart and more space in it.
Even if I felt like this at times!