Three weeks to go. I have completed 4 shawls, wove the 5th (it needs fringing and washing); have started the 6th. I also have one I wove a year ago which relates to the sea so it can go into the exhibit as well. In effect I will have seven pieces by the end of this week, and that's really enough for the space of the gallery. If I get ambitious and put on another warp, good; if not, no problem.
I have a draft invitation postcard and poster. In the next week, I will see Martin at Arts Marketing, Mr Harwood at Arts Council, and Kath Bee, the song writer who is kind enough to perform live at my Exhibit every Thursday at lunch time. (I recall something about the length of the cable of her speaker... Hummm...) I will go see the two lounge chairs (instead of a love seat) I might hire to put in the second room. I must contact people and venues which are going to help me with free advertising.
This weekend, with the help of Claudia, I've decided how I will hang the pieces. I'll show it to you a little later when I buy the bits I need to experiment. I must ring one of the two builders recommended to me to solicit help to hang things from an almost-4 meter ceiling, whichever one that can help me in exchange for a bottle of wine and maybe a scarf. I must also make up my mind about what to do with the enormous windows which allow too-strong afternoon sun.
I must start thinking of what to bake for the afternoon tea following the Weavers' Show and Tell hour, and what else I must bring for that event. I must also start thinking about which photographs of sea, sand or sky to print to decorate the stairway going up to the gallery, and possibly on the wall of the gallery; I must also consider printing some of the posts from this blog. I must put a dictionary above the business cards I printed out this afternoon to make sure they are flat.
I decided not to have an opening long time ago, because of costs, and more seriously, because I hate art openings. But I've been toying with the idea of a less pretentious, "Sneak Preview" in lieu of an opening. I must find the willingness, funds, food and booz if I go down that road.
All the pieces are falling into place; I just need to map out where they've fallen.