My Worst Art Show

Typically I really enjoy being in art shows. Curious, since I’m an introvert and you’d think I wouldn’t like being in a big crowd like that. But when my art is there I’m focused on the stories behind the art, and the people who are looking at it. Every person is a story and I love stories so much!

My very first show was terrible though. For one thing it cost a lot to be in it. I didn’t have any comparison at the time but I do now. It was a music festival held in a park where I was told there would be lots of artists set up around the perimeter.

When I arrived that morning to set up I found I was the only fine-artist there. For real—the only one. To one side of me there was a masseuse and to the other side was a lovely lady offering makeovers. We made an unlikely trio!

My tent was so far up the hill from where most of the show was taking place, that only seven people saw my artwork that day. Over half of those were family members, and they had to search long and hard to find me.

At one point an unexpected, driving rain swept in and weighted down the roof of my tent with rainwater. A helpful friend tried to knock the rainwater off the roof and accidentally dumped the ice cold water on me—I was soaked from head to toe…

It’s important to remember that everybody looks and feels foolish sometimes. I remember feeling humiliated and wondering if I’d ever sell a painting in my whole life or if it would always be like this—me and my artwork alone on top of a hill, soaking wet and embarrassed.

No. It was just a bad day. ❤️

Blessings to you,

~ Amy