An apology

I deliberately keep my expectations low when I do something, especially when I’m outside of my comfort zone. Organizing a studio sale and inviting more than five people is way outside of my comfort zone.

I was cautiously willing to step outside of my safe zone in the organization of this event. I thought: If I do this, I might as well give it my all.

I messaged way more people than I thought I would dare to contact, inviting them. I was scared shitless doing it, but I did it. And surprisingly (to me) no-one replied by telling me to leave them alone and stop bothering them. (Yes, that is what I’m afraid of when I make myself visible.)

Anyway: people clicked on the link to my paintings, they complimented my art, many said that they were happy to come. People that I hadn’t seen in twenty years were excited about my initiative!

Yet, I was still scared to hope that they would actually show up. So I expected a couple of people to come, mainly to show me that they support this art path that I’ve chosen. Maybe some of them would buy something, but not a lot.

Boy, was I wrong...

It’s safe to say it was a huge success. So many people showed up, expressing how proud they are of me, and how much they love my art. But not only that. Nearly everyone stayed for a while and bought one or multiple pieces of my art.

I owe you an apology. I underestimated you. I underestimated your love for me. Your love for my art. I kept my expectations low in order not to get hurt, but in doing that I insulted you. I am sorry. You are the very best. And I love you too.