So what is it like on standing on your stand at an art fair? The work was made, the labels printed, the no-show van disaster averted and there I was five minutes before the doors open finding someone to check I had fully zipped the back of my dress...what’s it like?
The party music was on and the people started to arrive, loads of people, The Other Art Fair team had done a spectacular job of publicity and the place was buzzy and busy with art-interested people. The artists on the stands around me were all friendly, some people I had met before and some new faces, and that is one other thing about the Other Art Fair the artist community is lovely. I had had essential help from another artist friend Rachel Dein, in getting my stand ready and keeping myself together, a special thank you goes to her.
So there I was and people were queuing up the street and coming through the doors to an event I was part of. I was excited and nervous.
And then a magical thing started to happen. In the bustle, a person would slow down, stop, take time and look. A stillness fell on them, a focus entered their eyes, sometimes a blush would creep up from their neck into their cheeks, and in that moment I knew it was all right. I had done what I meant to do.