A world gone but not forgotten.

So this weekend was really busy. I booked so many things at once and there were a few times during the week when there was a chance that something would slip through the cracks. This is a an issue for me, I tend to try to do too many things and well even the most organized person has their limits. But I managed and the reason behind this was community. You see prior to moving into the new space I’d been working in the basement and garage of our home. Of course it was an easy commute and everyone has to start somewhere but you can’t put a price on what I felt yesterday. The building my studio is in is mostly filled with artists, photographers and designers. This weekend they had a group show and I was asked to contribute some flowers (see below). The day was so hectic with wedding set up, bridal consultations (why did I book 2 during this time…) and helping with the show that when I finally got home and sat down I almost didn’t go back to the actual opening. Well I did and I was so happy that I did, that used to be my world and it has been so long since I’ve been immersed in it! Being a ceramic artist for many years and of course art student a lot of my social life involved gallery openings, art happenings and general cultural events. It felt so alive to be there enjoying the artwork and talking to like-minded people who like me live and breathe their creative career. In addition to the show there was dancing demonstrations both Highland and Irish, a great band and some studios had their doors open for open houses. I’m ashamed to say that this was the first time meeting a lot of these people because I am always so busy and running somewhere. As I was sitting on the floor enjoying the music and paintings I realized how incredibly lucky I am to be surrounded by this community and how we all worked together for common goal…a simple evening of art & conversation. I am humbled and honoured to have been even the tiniest part of that…