Today started out cool and ended up hot again. I've been feeling a little sad about the impending last day of the Exhibit(ion), at the same time just can't finish it quickly enough. It hasn't been as much an emotional roller coaster, as a merry-go-round, and my boredom threshold is low on hot days. And I wonder if there are fewer folks in town this week, because the "Weaver --->" letters I write with chalk on the footpath every morning hadn't disappeared by the end of the day.
I love the gallery space, it's high ceiling and strange windows. I love being able to talk to Lloyd about colors and values and Nelson's attitude to the arts. But I'm ready to move on, move back into my basement and concoct my next shawl on the big loom. I miss the solitude, my hermit-like life.
I've been gradually getting back to my "normal" life, going to the gym again and taking the bus home. The next exhibitor's paintings were delivered this afternoon. My turn is nearly over.
2 comments:
Hi Meg,
I hope you have had a good time -
I know what you mean about getting away from the crowds!
It's been a good learning experience, not th at I had a crowd of people, but...
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