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Sitting in front of my easel and looking critically at my new work. This time not on canvas, but on thick paper. I set up the work with charcoal. Then colored with my palette knife. A new series of works on the eve of a new approach.
With that, made a proposal to my regular gallery. They want to see its elaboration first. Then they may or may not agree to the newly planned exhibition of my work.
I will first design and work out a series of three. With that result, I will return to the gallery.
On the eve of this new step, memories are nevertheless surfacing. Memories of the first steps towards finding a reliable gallery that would want to do business with me. Remembering the many rejections and the sometimes blunt responses. To finally find someone. That feels like a victory and also an acknowledgment.
After that, expand my body of work as quickly as possible, so that the gallery owner can make a good selection. With a theme that will get the art-sensitive customers interested.
The design, elaboration and finishing of the works. The hours spent pacing in my studio. The sleepless hours. Getting up at dawn to start working an idea into a sketch. Piles of sketchbooks full of designs that didn’t make it.
Falling asleep in front of my easel. Waking up with a stiffened neck mid-morning. The investments in…
