The opening for my first solo show was this past Wednesday night. I’m going to be a little vulnerable here and admit that it did not go as I had hoped.
Then again, it didn’t go horribly. I had imagined everything from zero people showing up, to hundreds wandering in, buying out the show. I knew realistically that neither would happen, and neither did. We had a slow but steady stream of friends and strangers wandering in. I sold a painting. I got some newsletter sign-ups. We had a good time and ate some yummy appetizers. And we even had a couple of pro female racers stop in with their support staff (and they liked my work). Pretty cool!
Still, Thursday morning I woke up in a funk. I spent the day running over everything I had done to prepare for and market the show. What could I have done better? Should I have picked a different date? Is this the route I really want to go in life? (I know, a bit melodramatic). I busied myself with other projects and tried to forget my disappointment.
At the end of the day, still feeling bummed out, I decided to hop on my road bike. The sun had just set, so I only had about 45 minutes or so for a ride. I rode to Frisco and back.
Have you seen this video?
This was totally me. And it has been me, so many times. It never ceases to amaze me how cycling, whether on the road or in the woods, has the power to transform me from a moody mess to a happy human.
Not to mention, the sky was beautiful last night – the kind of sky that inspires my paintings (the pic from my phone doesn’t do it justice of course).
So, today is a new day. Lessons have been learned. And I’m going to keep on painting – painting one of the things that makes me the happiest. This is just one of the chapters in my story as an artist – there will be more!