I just handed 5 paintings in to the new 323 Gallery in Royal Oak, Michigan.
It's a really cool space, and I am sure it's going to be a successful gallery and boutique.
There is an opening tomorrow night...I think I am going to go.
I hadn't realized that they were expecting paintings...so I made a couple for my Etsy shop yesterday, but took them down so I could have them for the gallery. So if you're wondering why I haven't posted the hive and the bike painting, that's why...
I made five paintings in 24 hours. Yes. I know that you are thinking about how awesome I am right now, and you are totally right. I am awesome. Wow, I am feeling a little feisty today. Feisty.
Maybe it's because I have been working almost non-stop...maybe it's the weather...maybe I don't know.
Anyway. The paintings are done. They have landed, and now I need to work on special orders. I have four.
It's a good thing I don't have graphic design homework this weekend. I think I would be in tears right about now. I don't handle stress very well.
My friend called me this afternoon while I was waiting for people to show up at the gallery. She told me about this really bad "date" she went on last night. It wasn't really a date....but anyway, it reminded me of some of the bad dates I have been on.
There is one in particular that I remember.
I asked this guy if he wanted to go to first Thursday with me. Every first Thursday of the month all the galleries in the Pearl District open their newest shows. It's kinda fun. Anyway, there was this new guy in produce and I thought he was cute, and he was quiet, and I liked that. So I asked him.
He picked me up and we went downtown and we went to some galleries. Then we sat on this bench in the park and watched people play basketball. I tried to talk to him about my family and my friends and we were both vegan...so I tried to talk to him about that too. He only gave me one word answers...and it got to the point where I felt that I was doing all the talking, and I hate talking, and I really hate listening to myself talk...so I just stopped talking. And he didn't say anything either.
So we sat there for a long time. A long time. OK. It probably wasn't THAT long, but if felt like hours. Then he finally started talking about college, and his experience...and I was so relieved! He was talking! He started to tell me about how he would take these long vows of silence while he was in school. He would vow not to talk for days, then weeks, then months...months...then he stopped talking, and we sat there for what seemed like
f o r e v e r.
Then, out of nowhere, he asked me if I wanted to go get something to eat. I said no...I wasn't hungry, and he took me home.
I haven't been on a lot of dates...but that was for sure the most awkward and uncomfortable.
I won't even get started on the guy who called his mom in the middle of our dinner...ha!
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