Coming out of quarantine...

I’ll be honest. Shutting down the shop in March, right as I was finishing my pieces for my first solo show in the gallery hit me really hard. I sank. I am not a fan of online art shopping and didn’t have the energy to try to redo my business model. I hunkered down, determined to be a good sport and wait, supporting the vulnerable population, doing my part to minimize exposure. I reverted to the stay-at-home mom mode, trying to find and encourage fun and learning. Listening to the news and seeing others’ energy and creativity in isolation just sunk me lower. I ended up just baking too much and watching way too many movies. I slept most of the time the kids were with their dad.

But I’m coming up on my 1 year anniversary in the gallery. It has been my lifeline and my joy. I am excited to resurface and rediscover my passion, to find inspiration and pleasure in the interactions with artists and patrons.

I believe art is about truth and vulnerability, discovery and expression. In that light, I’d like to share a poem I wrote one morning (actually closer to noon) as I was searching for the motivation to get out of bed. I’m happy for the people that have been able to continue to work, that have thrived and found the quiet and solitude rejuvenating. But I want to share the truth of my experience as well…