These next three days I 'sat' at the Soho Photo Gallery in Manhattan...of which I am a new and enthusiastic member.
It's really quite something to be the only one there, in charge and 'available' to all the visitors that come in during the afternoon. (Check it's hours of opening: http://sohophoto.com )
I didn't need to hang my second solo show until the weekend, so I was just enjoying each afternoon, chatting with the visitors as they came in and out of the gallery.
Each day I took the subway from Boerum Hill in Brooklyn to the Canal Street stop in Manhattan, and I tell you what...I felt the reality of the slog. Packed and bum-rushed on every subway home. Packed and barely awake on the way in...WHAT A GREAT EXPERIENCE! Loved it. Wore the 'slog' face and even felt the 'slog' spirit, but knew that I didn't have to...It's all an adventure for me. Something different and available for joy of the moment.
I do not have pictures of these three days. You'll have to take my word for it.
The smells, the vibe, the massive amount of humanity on a daily basis....and the joy in being part of it all. :-))))
Keep in mind it was the Christmas season, so I'd get off the subway in Brooklyn - opting to walk four more blocks rather than transfer once more and stay on the subway -- so I walked cheerily through the neighborhood (rather Moonstruck movie like) with lights everywhere and a cold sharpness in the air. I would intentionally play a Pandora Christmas jazz station on the way home - feeling unreasonably cozy and overjoyed to be 'out of work' (as thought sitting at the glorious gallery is really work, hahahaha...) and headed back to my cozy corner in Brooklyn, ready to rustle up dinner and cozy up until the next morning. EVERYONE buzzing around me was doing the same thing and I felt a unity somehow with the massive numbers. It was thrilling and lonely all at the same time.
Ok. No pictures for this post. Only story and feeling. Images next time!
Once in awhile, well, BAM!