today i started handing out the fliers and postcards that we made/printed to direct the masses to our group art show which is a week from saturday. for those of you who haven't seen the press release ~ i made my own of sorts to go on the website as well for the random human who actually visits my about/exhibit page.
the great thing is, i dont care who shows up. i'm not in a fantasy world about this being something other than just three people getting together who want to show their art. we've waited pert near to the last minute it seems to get the word out, but this is huntsville, word spreads via some strange osmosis. wafting through the thick humidity and enveloping all with the knowledge of who. what. where. when. i'm thinking there will be more curiosity seekers than anything and once they find out we didn't buy wine or get a musician (theres still hope but who knows) they will be forced to look at the art and interact. i look forward to it.
and in other paulawahla world news, i've been doing lots of behind the scenes work on the etsy team blog and other stuff i wont bore you with. while sales are dead on etsy right now, i'm having more fun than i would have ever believed just getting to know other team members. big lessons for this judgey bitchy thing. i have been happy lately and i have no idea why. i have less money than i've had in my entire adult life save for a time in my 20's when i had just $20 (of course if you take my debt into account i guess i am poorer now than then. shit). i live in a place that is totally uncomfortable and noisy. my future feels completely unknown and unimaginable and i just don't seem to care. i would have never imagined i could be this happy with so little in the way of creature comforts, financial stability and the near complete lack of environmental beauty. (its huntsville texas dont forget) i'm sure i'll topple down at some point, but hell, it's been three weeks, THREE WEEKS of feeling positive, powerful, hopeful, content and just being alright with life, i think my record is a month or two so this is like a big fat gift from the universe.
off i go, i'm the busiest non-working artist who doesn't even make that much art anymore person that i know. ps, for those of you planning to fly in for the art opening i think there is room for private jets to land at any one of the numerous prison units near the outer city limits. and if not there, pick a spot, there is nothing but land out here my friend.