Upcoming Open House

Today is April Fool’s Day, and although I’m fighting temptations to share a practical joke or laugh; instead, I realize I’ve once again positioned myself in a precarious and uncertain position, filled with vulnerability making emotions both exhilarating and somewhat draining. After scanning the calendar, I’ve learned there are exactly 50 days before my first art-studio “open-house.” Seven weeks, peppered with birthdays, baptisms, Easter weekend, and even a NYC wedding (we can’t wait). But how do you transform your daily living space into an art gallery, showcasing pieces you’ve worked on for months–let alone hold, hopefully, dozens of people. That’s the part that leaves me feeling anxious. “Will anyone come?” is a recurring thought running through my mind. Of course, I could have invited anyone I’ve made eye contact with or worked with through the years–the mere numbers would assure the appetizers would be gone by day's end. That seemed unfair to those whose path I crossed, yet time has distanced but not extinguished, perhaps a more private meeting will come. For now, the questions and challenges seem insurmountable, but I realize I have been there before. Nothing in my life has come easy–and for that, I am truly blessed. In the coming days and weeks I thought I’d spend a few moments, not necessarily sharing artwork and projects, but sharing some of the challenges of what lies ahead. If our 1832 home could only talk–I’m sure it would begin with assuring me: “We got this!” Funerals, weddings, bar mitzvahs (and I’m certain bat mitzvahs too), birthdays, showers, pizza parties, graduations and countless anniversaries, have enjoyed the comfort of this old house always on the mend. Regardless of who walks through the door, this I can assure you, we will do our best to make you feel right at home.