Wednesday, April 4, 2012
I usually run into events like a girl running with her head down - there is so much to consider in each moment without having to look up and consider what is ahead, too. For the past several months and years, I have been walking out a scenario that began to take shape a while ago. We felt a call, 'Art House,'and followed leads for a long time, and then found 793 Armstrong, and then sold our place, and then moved, and then started to repair it, and then... *Konk* All of a sudden it was opening night. All of a sudden I was picking up Charlie and Andi and Allison from the airport for our first Art House North event. At the last minute I was plagued with fears that you might not come, or that you would come and not like it, or not care. But you did come, and it seemed like you liked it, and had some similar dreams of your own, and that you actually care a great deal. I wish all of you could have been with us over the last couple of years so you could know what it felt like to walk in and watch this night unfold. My favorite part of the night was realizing that many of you have been carrying a similar dream, and that we might be on the verge of something fun.