• Kirsten Johnston

Coming home

I picked up some paintings yesterday from a place where they had been exhibited for a while. I had been lucky enough to sell a few from that location so it had obviously been a successful venue. I realised, though, on approaching the door, that I felt nervous about seeing the works remaining. How would I feel about them after not seeing them for a while? Would I be pleasantly surprised? Would I feel mildly critical having had some distance or would I feel a bit embarrassed that I could ever think that they were worthy of display?

Actually, my first and strongest response was one of fondness, and then pleasure at being able to gather these things of mine back into their folders and sneak them away with me. It made me think that even a small display, like a performance, requires energy and, much as we love it, it suddenly becomes nice to collect the troops and retreat together for a moment, to take a breath, take stock.

There are other artworks going out to various shows and competitions so it’s not as if the whole enterprise has ground to a halt. It was just that nice feeling of getting some of the family back together and sitting around for a drink behind the stage.

So, sit around today and enjoy the company of your art, whatever that may be.

Until later,


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