I've mentioned that dear husband has been busy with another project, and I can finally blog about it.
We came back from our mountain trip last October with two new goals - I would start a blog, and he would start painting again. Because of getting back into painting after being away so long, he hasn't really told many people up until now. It took him until January to even be able to paint.
However, by the summer, he was ready to maybe start looking at placing his work in galleries. In July, I mentioned that he might want to go talk to a business owner we know in Hillsborough who knows lots of people. I said she might have ideas on where to start. He asked her one day when he went to pick something up at her store for me, and she said she did have some ideas - and that he should bring some of his work in for her to look at.
The first Saturday of August, he (in a very nervous state) went down to show her a few pieces. At this point, only I and our three children had seen his paintings so he didn't know how other people would react to it.
He came back all charged up, and with a bottle of champagne! She thought his work was good enough for a gallery, and she knew some people who were interested in starting one up - in the space behind her shop!
The group started having meetings and recruting more artists. They had so many start up things to figure out all before the beginning of September! These included: how to organize the co-op (it's an artists' cooperative gallery), leases, insurance, the name, the website, how to organize the space, and getting the space ready to open by Friday, September 8.
Dear husband was elected the temporary president. He went from wondering if his work was showable or saleable at all to being the president of an artists' cooperative gallery all in the space of a month. Between work and the gallery, we didn't see all that much of him in August - a crazy month!
They had everything set by the time we went to Maine - except the final clean-up and set-up of the gallery. He was able to not worry about it for most of the time we were gone, but, when we got home Sunday evening (after two full days of driving) he really couldn't think of anything else. Did they get everything finished? Did the gallery open? So, even though we were exhausted after unpacking, I picked up my car keys and said, "I'm going to go look at the gallery; are you coming?"
Part 2 to follow (with pictures, of course).