Miniatures

The miniatures of Will and I gift-wrapped for delivery!

The Show

Feeling a level of gratification, gratefulness, and a "tip-top tenuousness" of exhaustion. Yes, I feel like collapsing.

But the show was a success! I cannot harp on the turn out, which was plentiful and fun. I sold 6 pieces, including the miniature portraits of me and Will, a salacious tribute painting to a seedy gay man, an abstract, and I don't even remember what else.

It was wild! By the end of the night my face hurt from smiling so much. As you can see from the picture below, I was talking a lot.


There was a little drama, thankfully, involving homeless people pretending to be interested in art as they shuffled pointlessly from one piece to the next and demanded champagne. Unfortunately, nothing else exciting took place, which is a shame since that's what stories are made of.

But of course it is my art and we hate party poopers. Luckily, nobody's party was pooped and each dainty child wine glass with it's perfect pink bow was filled gratuitously with wine!

Please note the giddy zeal of my expression as I'm given hydrangeas, the flower of the evening. Not only do I wildly appreciate hydrangeas, but nothing is more fabulous to me than receiving gifts in public. It creates a mystique, or a sense that indeed you are worthy of goodness, which I've worked my ass off to achieve.


And now I have to process everything. I am worthy of goodness. And it was quite good.

But now I must rest.