Each week the Art House is filled with a myriad of ups and downs. There is absolutely no consistency except for the fact that there is no consistency. I am invariably delighted, surprised and disgusted all at once. Yes, that is possible. This week's surprise was a thin layer of dirt that made its way from the recently cleaned out basement onto the entire surface of the first floor. Two full days of cleaning later, I was able to get back to business with only the faint smell of dust in the air. Thanks to devoted family members who bore my complaints and Martha Kremer, our new gallery assistant, I was able to, for the most part, keep it together.
Onto more important things like trying to fill our first week of winter semester art classes, which is like trying to figure out what an entire town wants in life and how to give it to them! We now have a kid's class for 5-7 year olds on Saturdays, a class for 8-12 year olds on Thursdays and a combined class for teens and adults on Saturday mornings.
I also worked a bit on the budget. A word that currently exists on paper only. After searching obsessively for new works to sell at the gallery, my favorites list accumulated to a staggering amount of money. Although my imaginary budget is large and vast, the reality is that after paying most of the bills, there is $96 left in the account. That does not a wholesale order make...This doesn't even include payment to The Sandpaper newspaper for advertising that was barely seen, and events and fundraisers that weren't even covered. It also doesn't include the monstrous, uncalled for bill from Verizon. Hopefully repeated emails to artists came across sincerely.
That covers surprised and disgusted... Delighted came by the end of the week. The new photography exhibit looks fine (as in excellent, masterly and accomplished); the gift shop is back in action; and the classes I taught were all enjoyable.
Here we are in small suburban family town, strange economy, recent devastation all around...How to make it work???