My mind races. This is the only bit I don't like about what I do. I have done a million things to prepare the exhibition, but I never actually know how many people are going to come. It's Sunday, things happen on a Sunday like 10Ks, and family parties and shopping trips and Wimbledon finals and . . . . .
But this Sunday, the doors open again and again and again, then Sandy Murphy arrives and the people just keep coming. The champagne runs out (this has never happened before), the chocolates were scoffed (I didn't get one) and the sales just keep coming.
This was the best opening the gallery has had, and we've had a few good ones. It's all about atmosphere and it's the people that create that. Sandy created the most beautiful paintings, I did my bit, and then the vacuum was filled with Sandy Murphy fans, enthusiastic art-lovers, gallery-goers, and people passing by doing their usual Sunday routine, but wanting to know why there were cars lined up all over Blanefield and why people were spilling out of Smithy Gallery.
PS I was too busy to take photos when it was really mobbed! :)