The passion in the artist’s eyes made me long for what I once had. I once felt like I belonged to a group – to a community – but now I am not so sure. It really started the weekend of my first “unofficial” show.
My then boyfriend (also a starving artist) had set me up with a few well-connected artists in the community and I was able to have a table at one of the local art walks. I was mildly successful, but the amount of hell I caught from my now ex-boyfriend ruined it. Jealousy is a bitch.
Standing Room Only 