Community

Doug had the opening to his show, Fiddlesticks, at Wisdom Tea House last night. We weren’t sure what kind of turnout to expect, but even in our dreams we couldn’t have predicted last night’s. So many friends from our little town came out to support Doug, as well as some folks we didn’t know. 

He sold fifteen original pieces of art, which quite honestly, is huge for an opening. At least in our experience.

One of Frank’s friends, who is an artist himself, came and talked to Doug for at least a half an hour. Actually, he listened to Doug for at least a half an hour. And if you know Doug, you know he isn’t a big talker. At one point I overheard him tell someone, “I’m doing some mentoring.”

The economy has been especially hard on artists, as you can imagine. The phrase starving artist is based on fact. 

As his biggest supporter, number-one fan, etc., I was thrilled to see him in his element, surrounded by people who care about me, yes, but also care about him. He is not as social as I am, and sometimes forgets how many friends he has, and how well-liked and respected he is.

I write often about how much I love this community. We’ve lived here for almost eight years, but it seems much longer.