The Opening

Friday was my debut on the art scene. Me and my paintings had a great time, and I like to think of it as the beginning of my fundraising process for my film, since the paintings are for sale. If they sell, that money goes directly into the movie fund, which is sadly undersized at the moment. However, I have faith that my hard work and dedication, along with my great friends and benevolent strangers, will yield many returns that will get my movie funded.

There's a feeling of superiority that comes along with standing within earshot of my work and having people stare blankly at it, wondering what the hell I was thinking. It's fun to answer their questions and hear them say, ohhh, now I see... The woman who interviewed me for the paper was there, and I again had nothing eloquent or profound to say, and most likely she thinks I am an idiot, but that's the breaks I guess. I think one of my favorite moments was being stopped in another part of the gallery by a man who had read my name off my name tag (furnished for all the artists). We engaged in a lovely conversation in which he guessed the ancestry of my last name (Czech), and then asked which pieces were mine. He hadn't seen them, so our conversation ended with him on a quest to find them. I happened to see him later, and he avoided looking at me. I take that to mean he didn't like my paintings, but I was amused anyway.

A few of my movie friends came, which made it feel all that more special (even though they came without the knowledge that I had been accepted into the show). David made my necklace, and I'll post a picture of that later. But for now, here he is. He's a metalsmith, and makes some amazing pieces. Not only is he talented, but he is super smart and funny, and his laugh is a wonderfully resonant sound that I try to evoke as often as possible.



The girls were there; one of my producers, one of the crew, and an avid supporter, but most importantly, they are all good friends and smart women. They're a goofy bunch, but I'm goofy too, so it all works out. Plus, any place that pours alcohol for free is a hit with us.


And last but certainly not least, was my escort, who is also goofy, so he fits right in. Thanks for not making me walk to the opening by myself. And he was also there when I twisted my ankle on the way home, which left me splayed out on the street like roadkill while he fetched the camera I had hurled across the asphalt during my graceful, yet unplanned descent.