The exhibits are perhaps most stresses me. Even in collective. I’m a secreatary and a supposed act of meeting and joy to one of those are responsibe for the result. I assumed considerable emotional distress. Perfeccionst be my character.
Really, I like things made with time (like my mather said) but usually in a partnertship always (or almost) is the last minute. But I survived and I can tell you that yesterday was inaugurated with incident and with full attendande our last exhibition of small format, our thir edition.
This time not formally or silk or watercolor participate. This time I select a four engravings, although silk being present. Of the four one has a foray into pongee silk and other is directly carried out on a wild silk, called bourette. A wink to my career that hardly anyone sees. It’s funny even in art, are watertight compartments.
Next wee I plyed a quieter opening with the “Andalusia’s watercolorist”, where only I expose and just enjoy the work of other. Selfishness, Because I know the work the involved, I think my colleagues make all wonderfull …… sincerely.
And already preparing the next, PincelyBarro’s “salón de Otoño” (Salón d’Automne) to fulfill its sixth edition. More stress, is that I don’t learn.