Eeek, I've now passed the two-months-to-go mark. I install my Passions: Red & Black show at The Art Bar of Toronto's artsy Gladstone Hotel on December 23. While every day eats into my 7-page to-do list, there are still SO many items still to accomplish.
Paintings are all completed. Oh yeah, some still need D-rings installed to conform to the gallery's hanging system, but that's a matter of two hours some Saturday morning. Soon. I'm buying the rolls of bubble wrap next weekend. I've bought a station wagon to transport the pieces. (OK, that happened because my dear friend William totalled the sedan. :-) )
Invitations to the opening are designed, but not yet printed. Certificates of authenticity are finished. Survey sheets are done. Promo sheets are done. I've organized my opening night clothing (very important--ha ha). I've arranged for Squared Up so I can accept credit cards on my BlackBerry. An all-new professionally designed web site will be operational by mid-November. All the paintings have been professionally photographed. The show catalogue is ready to print. I've written news releases for various media.
I've listed the media and gallery people I want to invite to the opening, along with a roster of personal friends and previous and potential customers. My present task is organizing all that info into a database for mail merges and e-mail conversations. Big chore! Especially when I can work on it only at night and weekends.
I've already met with the curator. Because I want food and drink at the opening, next I have to meet with the Food & Beverage Manager to organize the menu.
So now I'm getting the what-ifs. You know, what if nobody shows up at the opening? What if art journalists attend the show and write that my stuff is crap? What if I've gone to all this time and bother, and nothing sells? What if, what if, what if....... I've been keeping the what-ifs kind of at bay by reminding myself that nothing ventured equals nothing gained. And by reminding myself that many people have already bought and their opinion is just as valid as an unknown critic's.
Tell me, kind folks of TAC, am I forgetting anything? At 2 a.m. sometimes, that panicky feeling descends.