I suck at blogging
Obviously, since this is my fourth post since it’s inception. I also suck at shmoozing and self promotion. I really tried tonight. I accepted a request at Pecha Kucha tonight which happened to coincide with the Hawaii Craftsmen Annual Statewide Juried Exhibition, I had my postcards, ready to hand out, even had a pen to right down any pertinent information. Once the exhibition opened, I made one round, shook hands, smiled for pictures, answered and asked superficial questions, and then I was done. While everyone carefully positioned themselves near their piece, (but not too close) I slipped out and away from the fanfare and came up with the convenient excuse to pick up Gen. Upon reluctant return, I reverted to typical wall flower form. hid in the fringes, surrounded myself with the comfort of friends, and spoke of things unrelated to anything art.
I loathe these things. I don’t know how to stand. I don’t know what to say. I can’t remember people’s names. (especially the important, need to know ones) I am totally the tattoo on my shoulder, (Yes, I have one, been there for 15 years) a fish out of water. (yes, I did just say it’s of a fish out of water)
It’s okay though, I’m okay with all of this.
