The door is open and I’ve already had a few visitors to the gallery. Well wishers all.
“So what’s this all about, anyway?” I’ve been asked. I can certainly understand the query. There is something…something that needs answering, when an older gentleman feels the need to dive into an unstable, new, risky, challenging venture. Why doesn’t he just stay retired, take up a hobby, travel, drink beer? Does he need psychiatric help, an intervention?
There are two camps of my friends who ask this question. One camp who wonder if I’m crazy and if this is just some mid-life crisis thing. “Do you think it’s metabolic?” “Are you opening it to show your own work?” is a common question. The other camp, those in the business or have been in the business, know I’m crazy, ask few questions and wish me well but give me that look. You know that look, the one that says, “He doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into, poor thing”, “Is he drinking more, lately?”
The truth is, it was time. I’ve always been a late bloomer, as it were. Or at least I think about things for a long time before I leap, or at this age, slowly rise, into action. The idea or concept for this gallery has been percolating for a long time. I wanted to get back into the gallery business since I left Arts Prescott Co-op a few years back but I wanted to approach it differently. You see I really like being surrounded by Art and I really like talking with people, especially the artists, about the Art. I like helping other people discover stuff. Sounded like a gallery to me.
I invite all of you and your friends and anyone you can drag off the street to come and visit A Small Art Gallery. There will be wonderful things to see and if you come to the receptions you’ll meet some of the very creative people here. I promise you wonderment, discovery, some shock now and then and even possibly some anger but mostly, above all, some really really good art.