Art fun

I work at a local gallery and love it. Those who know me, know where I work so I won't mention the name. I highly doubt that I have an internet stalker, but for some reason I still feel funny putting that kind of info out there. Even though it's so easy to find out stuff like that. So, back to my gallery position. I've been there for over a year and it's a breath of fresh air most days. Except when that white haired guy smokes out in front of Starbuck's. Ugh. Anyways, we have two shows coming up and I am really looking forward to them. When I first started at this gallery, I was totally self conscious at these types of events. The schmoozing, the cheese, the random social talk to people I really don't know. Thankfully, I am starting to feel a bit more comfy at these things. Still lots of schmoozing and cheese (which I love, the cheese, I mean), but I am starting to know a few more clients and can actually talk about art without sounding too presumptuous hopefully. It's a hard line some days, as I love the artist's we deal with. They are awesome people for the most part. Seeing how they work and what they bring in is like Christmas for me. But, like most jobs, I need to edit the relationship between what my brain thinks and what comes out of my mouth sometimes. One day I will be able to do it better maybe.

For example, we got in a new sculpture one time. It was fluid and graceful. Beautiful lines, wonderfully done. But as soon as I saw it, all I could think was that it looked like a giant vagina. Now I have to see it every time I work. And it's been moved to in front of our work desk. I have to look up and see this giant vagina several times a day now. The only relief I got was when I told this to my coworker and now she shares the same problem. Thank goodness she's got a mind like mine.