When the Tiny Pricks Project was in a gallery in NYC I thought about going to see it, but didn’t. Now it’s going to be at the Speedwell Gallery in Portland Maine.
So Jon and I are going.
I wanted to be there for the opening reception September 14, but Nicole, our farm sitter wasn’t available. So we’re going the weekend after. Which, when I thought about, it is probably even better.
Opening Receptions are like parties to me. If someone asks me to go to a party a month away, I’m all eager, thinking it will be fun. But a few days before I start to get jiggy about it. On the way there, I wonder why I ever agreed to go.
At first, I was disappointed not to be going to the opening, but when I pictured myself in the crowded gallery, with people standing around talking, I started to get that uncomfortable feeling.
And suddenly the thought of me in a quiet gallery, taking as much leisurely time as I chose to look at the exhibit, was very appealing.
We’re planning on staying somewhere south of Portland overnight, I’m still working all of it out, but excited to be going. I’ll be sure to get pictures and blog about it.