Alcippe (alcippe) wrote,
Alcippe
alcippe

A mixed bag

I got out of work later than I'd hoped, but decided I still had time to transport a couple paintings over to Eyeporium to show to the gallery owner. I was in a rush as I threw the pieces in big black trash bags and dashed out the door. And as soon as the door closed behind me I KNEW I had just locked myself out.

I stood for a moment looking back at the locked door knob, but then turned and left the building. I had my paintings with me and I wanted to get to the gallery.

I only had two dollars in my wallet but needed to take a cab. I flagged one down, hopped in, and as we were zooming off down Chicago Avenue I asked the driver if he took cards. "No." So we had to find an ATM. Hello, $3 service fee.

Finally got to the gallery and lugged my paintings inside. The owner was busy with a client, so I set my work down and looked around at the stuff on the walls. About ten minutes later she joined me and I walked her through my work, the thought process behind it, the materials I use, etc. The interview went fairly quick, and she asked me what month I'd like to show. She offered me June, but I asked for November (fall shows are best because they coincide with the art season), and she gave it to me. November 6 is the opening date.

I was really impressed with the caliber of the artists showing there, and honored to (soon) be counted among them.

So now I have two shows lined up, which is great. I need to produce a slew of small pieces before November. No one wants to shell out $2000 for a big-ass painting these days, but people do still want art in their lives and are far more willing to spring for a $200 piece.

When I left the gallery it was raining. I stood along Milwaukee avenue trying to hail a cab for what seemed like forever, holding my big-ass paintings in their trash bags and praying that they wouldn't be damaged.

I finally got a cab, but when I was dropped off at my building there was still the problem of how to get inside. A kind upstairs neighbor let me in the building door, and another let me use her phone book to call a locksmith. Another tried using his library card to jimmy the lock but it wouldn't work. Turns out he works at the art store and recognized me. Small world.

Finally the locksmith came. He popped my door knob off and had the door open in 2 seconds flat, and it impressed upon me the ease with which someone could break in. Good thing I have the deadbolt too, and not just the doorknob lock (the deadbolt had been left unlocked). I was glad to be back inside my apartment, but sad to kiss $109 goodbye for the privilege.
Subscribe

  • Diptych

  • Bullets

    • I worked on the Footmen painting some more. It's still super work-in-progress, but I'm happy with how it's going. I totally should…

  • The Footmen

    I've been working on a new painting. Here's a detail of some of the work I did last night – pink breeches and a Dutch inspired shoe…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 11 comments

  • Diptych

  • Bullets

    • I worked on the Footmen painting some more. It's still super work-in-progress, but I'm happy with how it's going. I totally should…

  • The Footmen

    I've been working on a new painting. Here's a detail of some of the work I did last night – pink breeches and a Dutch inspired shoe…