I’ve spent the whole week sort of torn between utter panic and a concern that i may have lost my sanity somewhere along the way. Really. What was I thinking when I decided it was a good idea to enter an artshow? It seemed pretty easy. Fill out an application. Write a check. Figure you won’t get in.
It starts tomorrow. It is www.birminghamartwalk.com and it’s an almost queasy feeling knowing that the I’m going to display art in the community where up until now I’ve just been a wife, a mom, a professional. Not to make too much out of it, but I have this sort of "when worlds collide feeling."
Here are a few of the small collage pieces I’m going to display.