About 20 years ago I entered a juried art show on Long Island and didn’t get in. I remember picking up my painting and being disappointed, but also feeling alive. Last night in yoga my instructor reminded us that movement creates energy. Today I took a broken bud off an iris and put it in water.
The thought of that flower coming so far and not having an opportunity to bloom seems wrong to me. I realized I’ve always done this, taken the broken flower and given it another chance, even if it’s a dying blossom floating in a cup of water for one more day.
And every time I hear Simon bray, it sounds joyful to me and I feel like he’s saying “I’m alive”!
That’s what happened to me this weekend. When we hung the show and turned on the lights it was like I was shouting “I’m alive”. Every time someone walked into the gallery and felt welcomed and included I felt alive. Every time someone was lit up by what they saw or bought a piece of art, I felt the blood in my veins. When artist Diane Swanson, who has worked in the arts for many years, told me it was the best time she ever had being in an art show, my heart opened a little more. When people walked through the gallery then visited the donkeys or watched Rose herd sheep then came back to the gallery smiling and talking, I knew the Pig Barn had been reborn.
And I wasn’t alone. I couldn’t have done it alone. It wouldn’t have been the same without the work of Serena, Jack, Diane, and Jon, the artists who kept the spirit of the show through out the weekend. I don’t believe that it would have been the same with out the blessing from Mary Muncil. And it certainly wouldn’t have worked without all the gracious people who came to the farm to see and buy the art and talk to the artists and visit the farm. And I know that the kind thoughts and wishes from all those who couldn’t come were a part of it’s success also. And, of course, it wouldn’t have happened without the support and encouragement from Jon, who spent two days out side of the Pig Barn Gallery feeding donkeys and herding sheep.
So thanks to everyone who answered me, by being a part of the first show at the Pig Barn Gallery, when this weekend I shouted “I’m Alive”!