I hung my featured art exhibit at
Art at the Main Gallery today and I should be breathing a huge sigh of relief. And I am. But I'm also experiencing something akin to the pre-show stage fright I used to get as an actress: queasy stomach, twitching eyelid, shaky voice. Though the show is up for all to see, it's sort of like dress rehearsal until Friday's Gallery Stroll reception.
Instead of worrying about whether or not I'll remember my lines, I worry about whether I've priced the art right (that illusive balance between value and "cheap"). I'm obsessed with Friday night's refreshments and how to arrange them without creating bottlenecks in the gallery. Thankfully, I have a son who is a fabulous chef who will do most of the food prep.
I've sent postcards to a mail list; a digital postcard to my email list; and a special newsletter to collectors and subscribers. The news release was sent and resulted in a nice mention in today's
Salt Lake Tribune. But, I worry, it's the tail end of summer, many people will still be on vacation, and I'll be competing with the Norah Jones concert that night.
OK, OK, worrying helps nothing. Take a deep breath. Make a little list of any last-minute tasks and put them on the week's calendar. Take another deep breath. My main job now is to show up Friday with confidence and composure so that I can be interesting, even entertaining, and sell some art!
