"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up." -Pablo Picasso
Days eight, nine, and probably ten.
I've lost count.
I'm given a bit of an inkling that yes, putting together exhibitions will be more fun than just measuring and nailing when I'm (sort of) in charge of helping set up the El Sauce, Nicaragua photo exhibit in Lederer. This inkling was just that, a teeny tiny itsy bitsy hint, because Cynthia asked my opinion on how the wall with the author photo and bio best looked and then took my advice.
And I get to handle cool artwork and go to fancy galas and feel important in my conservation gloves...but I'm having my doubts.
I love putting together exhibits, but there is so much tedium associated with a collection. And if I want to stay in Smalltown, USA and work in that small-but-challenging-and-rewarding art museum/gallery in Somewhere Nearby City, there is going to be a LOT of tedium if I want a job where I can set up exhibitions and do research. So basically? I'm not sure what I want to do anymore.
I love all the learning involved and the joy and gratitude that comes from seeing a beautiful painting and then understanding what it means and I want to be able to impart all of that to others people. Chee-ZEE, I know.
Maybe I just need to relax.
I almost forgot my actual fail of the week: hanging up posters announcing a reception for an exhibition half an hour before it started.
Everything will be totes fine.
