Ok- I'm going to be honest- when I was driving home after that gallery meeting on July 8 I was kicking myself for stumbling into more than I had time for again. What had I gotten myself into!

I had suggested, as we were all trying to figure out how to make our gallery function during lockdown, that we could think about using more of the space instead of less, that we could experiment with site specific temporary installation, seen only from the front and not entered.

​I was thinking about the vertical space. I was thinking about space instead of just walls. And I was thinking we needed to shake it up.

I was not thinking of doing it the next month. 

It was insane. I had just gotten chicks for the first time ever and they were growing fast in our living room and I was on a frantic mission to build a chicken coop. I was (and am) still working full time as a coach and small business owner, not to mention being a single mom. I have no time!

And the work that I really wanted to show, had been planning to show for my solo exhibit that had to be cancelled due to the pandemic, was labor intensive ceramic wall fountains. They were no where near done.

The fact is that my creative life had stalled during covid, and I felt like I was shriveling up. My studio was a dumping ground and a chaotic mess of tools used to build the coop. All the art projects that I had been working on, that had end points that made sense, had kind of fallen out. I was starved for something that made sense and in some weird way this did.