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Long story short: I was a great coward for most of my life. I always listened to what everyone told me I should do and never had the courage / strength / know-how to do what I really wanted to do. It wasn't until after my divorce from a very conforming Greek woman that I said "**** it" and went off in search of my more creative side. I lost a few family members and some friends as a result of becoming a "loser" in their eyes, but I left my comfortable healthcare finance job at a world-class hospital in Boston anyway and immediately found out that bankruptcy is a very strong worry and near poverty is a very real reality without a steady income.
In December I couldn't even pay rent. I had exhibited only in cafes and restaurants selling very little and then only to family or friends. I never gave up because I am doing what I love, but the pain of mounting debt and the depression of wondering if I'd ever make a living as an artist persisted. Thankfully my soon-to-be wife had faith in me and stood by me the whole time.
Next Wed I'll open at my first museum. It's a small museum but legit nonetheless. I first contacted them two years ago and they ignored me. Quite literally I never heard from them (not even a form letter saying they had received my e-mail). Then one night a month ago or so I went to bed thinking "I'm never going to make it to a museum or gallery." It was a very difficult night's "sleep" and it may have marked a low point in my own faith. However, to my surprise I awoke the next morning to find a message in my FB inbox asking me if I'd like to exhibit. Naturally I said yes. If you'd like to test your Spanish against Portuguese, below is the brochure.
Nothing is certain of course, but I hope this opens doors for me. I'm of Scottish decent and my family's (MacCleod) slogan is "Hold Fast". One can only hope this holds true for me going forward. The name of the exhibit is "rEvolution" which isn't overly creative as much as it is true. It represents the changes I made in my life (revolution) and how I've adjusted since making these changes evolution - and also the development of my art during this adjustment period).
Many steps back - one step forward.
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RE: A museum exhibit (my first) (in reply to gmburns)
Hats off to you man for having the balls to completely change your life and finally listen to your inner voice. I'm pretty sure even with the more difficult economic conditions you are now experiencing, you are a happier man now. I think ultimately no one can be happy without listening to that voice sooner or later. Though for some of us, that voice gets quieter and quieter until we can't hear it anymore and forget all about it. Others listened to that voice the first time they heard it. And apparently some don't hear any voice at all. That voice is of course a different voice for each Individual.
I wish you all the best with the museum and the path you chose. May the force be with you.
RE: A museum exhibit (my first) (in reply to gmburns)
That's the spirit. I wish you a very fruitful exhibition/career and don't forget you already sold/accomplished more then good old Vincent did during his lifetime :-).
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RE: A museum exhibit (my first) (in reply to gmburns)
Very nice and good luck. Nice website.
I like the way you work colors. Have you changed the way you perceive and work colors after moving to a more colorfull country? After 13 years in Andalucia, my relationship with colors is very different from what it was in Denmark. I see colors more and they are a lot more important to me.