The Free Agency Gallery: “It’s a thing… with art”
Around 2am I logged in my final piece of art (100+ to date) and for a quick second I noticed that the space that I had envisioned in my head for over 4+ years had become a reality – I also noticed that it smelled better. Over the rattle and banging of the ancient and unreliable radiator heater and the hissing of it’s steam and the continual domestic yelling outside of the door I realized that this space which I have been figuratively and literately wresting with for the last 3 weeks had become an art gallery. It’s a cool space full of art… and I mean full of art. Affordable art. A place where people who generally don’t buy art can look at pretty things and feel comfortable purchasing them.
What hit me more than the reality and panic that I was actually opening up an art gallery Friday evening was the not-so-simple fact that none of this would have been a reality without the people who helped me. You know who you are. You probably don’t want me to name you. You were there when I panicked. You were there when I didn’t know what the f*ck I was doing, what tool I needed to use and how to use them. You stood beside me when I wanted to kick the radiator. You hugged me when I wanted to quit. You laughed when I told you I had to go to Lowes twice because I forgot my wallet. You told me that it was going to be OK. You believed in me. You wouldn’t let me fail.
I have no idea how this pop-up thing is going to go. In my heart I think it’s going to work. In my heart I know people will feel comfortable in my space. In my heart I know it will grow and become a bigger “thing”. But what I truly know is that I have people around me that wont let me quit. I have people around me that will help me no matter what. And for that, I feel blessed. Exhausted but blessed.
I don’t know how to repay you. I don’t know where to start in the “can you please…” debt that I owe – trust me, it’s bigger that that small-assed fiscal cliff everyone keeps crying about. But I can start with this simple “thank you”.
I love each and every one of you.
So, come by tonight and help us celebrate. Don’t judge or “hate” because it’s a pop-up. It’s stainy. The radiator rattles. The heat is unreliable. And Patti and Little Pete might be having a disagreement across the street. But it’s a thing with art.
801 36th Street in Hampden.
P.S. We accept all major credit cards.