The old joke about busses in London is that you wait for hours for one and then three arrive at once. I’m beginning to think that exhibitions might be rather like that. As any artist will tell you, it is usually hard to get a solo exhibition. It is possible to spend ages in correspondence with galleries, to no avail. Hours can be passed scanning social media and the columns of the art press without coming across an opportunity that appears to be a real possibility.
Every now and then, however, you find yourself under pressure to make decisions about what to show, what to charge, and what the “distinctive selling proposition” is, for several events all of which are scheduled to take place pretty well at the same time. All of a sudden I find myself in this situation, and it’s a bit disconcerting. Of course, if something doesn’t come off you tell yourself that it was bound to be a waste of time. If you do land an opportunity things look rather different. The trouble is, of course, that you can never know which will be the outcome of any application.
On a lighter note: I had my first on-line lesson today with a new teacher of Italian. It all went quite well, although she was shocked to discover that I retired before she was born! Ouch!