If there’s one thing that falling in love with art has taught me, it’s that passion is often what drives us to do the most unpredictable things in our lives.
I never imagined that I would be running my own little art business after I graduated college, or having my first show in such a gorgeous place, with an uncertain yet exciting future ahead. But here I am, and the fact that I am surprised to be here reminds me that I actually had very little to do with all this.
I owe it to the Butchofsky family, the gracious hosts of the show, for opening up their home, preparing hors d'oeuvres and wine, giving great advice, and launching my career with style and class.
I owe it to Mason, for wholeheartedly supporting me in my exploration of an artist’s lifestyle, even though it comes with strange business hours, loud music, smeared and splattered paint all over our apartment, and no salary.
I owe it to my parents, for their constant encouragement and inspiration, and for raising me to be myself.
And I owe it to everyone who came out to the show last Wednesday to sip some wine and see some art. Your interest and contributions mean so much to me, it’s hard to put it into words. This dream would not be possible without you all.