A friend sent a text recommending a gallery in Marin. She said it would be perfect for my “masterpieces.” She’s such a dear friend, fan of my art and, unquestionably, an ardent supporter. So, a couple of days ago I visited the gallery, viewed the pleasant exhibit and engaged in a conversation with the very lovely owner. After revealing that I am an artist looking for my niche, admittedly, my ensuing “pitch” was awkward. Definitely room for improvement there! At any rate, she said it was very hard for a gallerist to sell the works of an artist without history. I told her I understood and asked if I could give her my card.

Other than last year’s pop-up show, my history is the 10 years I have worked and developed a body of art (as well as associated writings); a testament to and chronicle of my journey through marriage, divorce, coming to terms with and understanding all the losses of my life, childhood trauma and familial betrayal - all for the benefit of metamorphosis and transcendence.

My art is about healing, a universal journey. My art is what healing looks like - the pain, frustration and ugliness of being torn apart over and over and over in the process of dismantling any part of my life that’s out of integrity and alignment while taking steps to remember and express the ever present, omnipresent illumination, joy, beauty and freedom.

So, the visit rendered clarity. I don’t fit in the typical gallery/artist/history paradigm of making art for cyclical shows with the intention of sellouts and building resumes. Do I hope to sell my pieces? Yes, in combination with a fundamental intention to spark connection, conversation, change and inspire others to forge ahead with resiliency, courage, and vision.