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artist-blogger-9 · 3 years

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The Planning Of The First Solo Exhibition – From The Ground Up

The first solo exhibition is a very significant step in the journey of an artist. Curating and planning your solo art exhibition takes a bit of doing in the courage department. Brushing aside those doubts and fears about negative feedback can be quite daunting. Once you have dealt with your fears and misgivings and know that your artwork is show-worthy, you are good to go. It is a risk worth taking for emerging and established artists, as exhibiting your paintings at a public venue takes your art to a wider audience and gives you the exposure you need as an artist.

When preparing for your exhibition, the first point to consider is the context of your show – should it have a theme or be non-thematic. I prefer not to be stuck with a theme – I create artwork in series of four, three or even two. The average time an artist will need is two to three years to come up with enough artwork for a solo exhibition.

Holding your solo art exhibition is a great way to build up your artist profile, an opportunity to collaborate and interact with people from the world of visual art and sell your work directly to collectors. It is an investment in yourself so ensure that you have a budget that covers all your costs. Many well-known artists have self-organised solo exhibitions to generate interest in their work. Having organised and curated several group shows and solo shows, let me walk you through the process and steps involved in setting up a successful exhibition.

Assuming that your artworks are complete and titled, the first step is to scout around for a venue. Try to find an art gallery that is a part of a cultural hub where plays are staged, music gigs are held and one which is home to good restaurants and cafes. That way you can leverage the crowd coming in to eat or watch a theatre production. Block dates that coincide with other important cultural or shopping events that are taking place around the art gallery. Check with the gallery authorities if they provide or allow press coverage and the traditional wine and cheese party on the evening of the inauguration.

Get an estimate of the cost of labour for the installation of the paintings and check on the availability of hooks and fish-thread to hang your paintings. Find out if the gallery will make the arrangements for the inaugural event (cocktail evening et al ). If not, then tap a wine company that will sponsor the wine for the cocktail event in return for publicity through your event. Most galleries are connected to caterers who arrange the food and tenting for gallery events. Discuss the cost of all of this.

Getting a printout of a floor plan of the gallery will enable you to plan the display of your paintings. Check with the gallery if they could share contacts of art collectors and art galleries for you to invite to your exhibition – if not, then scour the pages of Google and prepare a list of invitees and zero-in on a chief guest. It is always preferable to have a celebrity from the world of art (visual art or performing art) or a socialite to cut the ribbon and light that lamp.

Give your intended chief guest a complete heads-up on your exhibition, a couple of months ahead of the event, so that he/she can block the date and be available.

Collaborate with an NGO and share a percentage of the sales with the NGO.

It is important for your customers to know that a part of the money they spend on buying your work, will support a social cause.

Market and publicize your exhibition. If you are like me, and the thought of marketing makes you want to curl up in a fetal position and eat popcorn, a good way to start is to get in touch with a public relations company and set up a publicity campaign tailored to your budget. If your budget does not permit you to hire a public relations consultant, don’t fret – there is plenty that you can do to promote yourself. Most weekend newspapers feature upcoming art events, free of cost. Look out for such articles a few months ahead of your exhibition. Make a note of the feature and the contact details of the journalist. Email the publication with complete details of your exhibition along with a few images of your artworks – if your previous exhibitions have been covered by media, attach those media clippings as well. Follow up this email with calls to the and (gentle) reminders closer to the date of the show. Gentle persuasion always works.

Apart from this, advertise your upcoming exhibition widely on all social media forums. Draw up a list of your contacts and send out social media invitations, asking them to save the date. List out the people you would want to send the printed invite to – remember to include your sponsors!

Arrange to get your event listed on the events page on the day of the exhibition by letting the newspaper know a week ahead of your show – you will need to follow this up with (gentle) reminders. This is a service that most newspapers provide free of cost.

If you have the funds, set aside a budget for media coverage of the inaugural event, (assuming that the gallery permits an inaugural event). If the cost of publicity in a mainstream daily is too high, harness the power of social media and make your event go viral – to this end, you can enlist your friends, family, your childrens’ friends – the list is endless. Remember to hire a photographer and ensure that the photographer reaches the venue at least an hour before the inauguration.

One of the most important items that you need to get hold of, is a credit card swipe machine. You can do this by opening a current account in a bank and requesting your bank manager for a credit card terminal. This vital if want walk-in sales.

Printed publicity material.

The printing of catalogues, invites and envelopes, standees, posters, painting tags, price tags, visiting cards needs to be done at least two weeks ahead of your exhibition. You can save yourself some money by using free templates available online for the invites and can design your logo and visiting cards on applications like Canva etc. Ensure that your publicity campaign, online and offline, has the logo of any sponsors and charitable organisation or NGO that you may have collaborated with.

The printing press would have samples of artist catalogues which you can alter to your taste.

It usually takes a day or two to brainstorm with the people from the printing press before you finalize your publicity material.

Inviting people.

Once the printed matter is with you, call up all the people you intend to invite before you send them the invitation. Close to the exhibition, put up posters at strategic locations and keep the social media publicity going. Please invest in a visitors book and a small giveaway for the chief guest.

Send out the printed invitation a week before the inaugural event so that the invitees receive them three to four days before the date of the exhibition.

Installation of paintings. On the eve of the inauguration, go to the venue with your paintings and have them installed and tagged to your satisfaction. Place standees at vantage points at the venue, arrange catalogues, visiting cards and the visitors’ book on your table. Ensure that catering and other arrangements are on track. Go home and have a restful sleep.

Showtime!

Bring on that charm and put on your best smile when you attend to visitors and invitees. Share the inspiration behind your work and the picture story behind each paintings. Receive your guests and chief guest and make a short welcome note/speech after the lamp is lit and the ribbon is cut. Remember to thank your sponsors, the media team and promote the charitable institution you have collaborated with. Lastly, enjoy the party!

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Lightning in a Bottle

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Chapter 2: Re-Entry

April 13th, 2014

Flight eight two eight had taken off from Jamaica without incident and they had been in flight for a few hours now. They were probably nearing New York by now and he smiled at his son, who had his headphones on and was watching a movie. He glanced over at Emma and rolled his eyes.

"MM's not wrong," he mentioned. She gave him an annoyed look at that.

"Don't start," she warned. He sighed.

"Say yes to Killian. Get married, have a honeymoon, and be happy. Trust me, it's the best thing ever," he said. She sighed and kept looking at the ring. She closed the box and was about to send a text to her boyfriend that would make him very happy when the plane shuddered. The distress didn't stop there though and they suddenly experienced an intense amount of turbulence. So much so that a laptop belonging to another young woman slipped off her tray and busted. David clutched his son tightly, wondering if the worst might be happening. But after a few harrowing minutes, the turbulence seemed to end fairly quickly and the plane lights came up again.

"Sorry about that, folks...we hit a bit of turbulence, but we came through it just fine. We ask that you remain seated with your seat belts on though and we should be coming into New York shortly," the Captain said. David breathed a sigh of relief and checked his phone, intending to text his wife. But he frowned, as he found he had no service.

"Seriously? No service?" Emma asked.

"Same," he said, as the flight attendant picked up the laptop a few seats back.

"I'm sorry, I hope there was nothing important on that," she apologized. The woman sighed.

"Not at all...just a lifetime of research and work," the woman commented, but still managed a kind smile for the flight attendant. It wasn't her fault, after all. She moved on and kept attending to the passengers, who started to get restless. They were obviously in New York airspace, but seemed to be doing circles in the sky instead of landing.

"What is going on?" Emma wondered, but she was answered when the pilot came back over the intercom.

"Sorry folks, we're going to be a bit longer. I'm afraid we've been diverted upstate," the Captain told them. There were sighs and groans from many, but their plane soon landed a little while later. Emma noticed that the airport appeared to be much smaller and possibly military, which was a bit disturbing.

"What is it?" David asked.

"I'm...I'm not sure yet," she replied, as the pilot came over the intercom again.

"Ladies and Gentlemen...I'm afraid we've been asked to disembark the plane on the tarmac," the pilot announced.

"Cool…" Henry said, as David looked at his sister.

"Okay...this is officially weird," Emma said, as they did as they were told and found themselves in a cluster before what looked like some government officials, all one hundred and twenty passengers.

"Ladies and Gentlemen...can I please have your attention," a shorter man in a suit said, as he stepped forward. It was a bit odd, because he didn't strike David as someone that was with the government. He didn't look like he belonged at all with the others, but then the government was known for bringing in outside contractors to deal with situations that were beyond their specialties. Though David couldn't ascertain what situation they were supposedly embroiled in.

He thought, at first, maybe there was a fugitive on board or something. But that was not at all what this felt like and the passengers were starting to get restless.

"What's going on?" David asked.

"Yeah...what's with all the covert crap?" Emma asked. The man before them allowed himself a small smile. Less than sixty seconds and two leaders had already clearly emerged in all this. He had no idea exactly what was going on, but he had been fascinated by it all the moment the news had broken. This was what he had been waiting for and why he was called in. He was a master of the unknown and unexplained. And finally, there was a true mystery he could sink his teeth into. If this was what he thought it to be...it was life altering and world shattering. Nothing was going to be the same.

"I'll answer your questions, but first...I have one for you, Mr. Nolan," the man said in an accented voice, as he looked at his copy of the manifest, which was complete with photo identification.

"Fine, but maybe you can tell us who the hell you are?" David countered. The man allowed himself another small smirk.

"My name is Roman Gold and I have been brought in to...consult on this most significant occurrence," he said.

"And my question to all of you is...what day do you think it is?" he asked. David and Emma exchanged a glance and then looked back at him.

"It's April 13th," David answered.

"Of what year?" he asked, causing David to narrow his gaze at him suspiciously.

"It's 2014...what the hell is this?" Emma asked.

"I'm sorry, but you are both wrong. Today, is November 11th, 2019 and all of you...have been missing for five and a half years," he announced, stunning them all to speechlessness…

~*~

What happened next was endless hours of questions for which the NSA wanted answers for and the passengers had none to give. The most brutal questioning, of course, came for the Captain, who was just as perplexed as the passengers. But it was clear to him that the NSA held him suspect in the entire situation. They always blamed the Captain. He had been one long enough to know that.

David was extremely agitated in his interview as well. Since the moment he heard that he had been gone five and a half years, all he could think about was taking Henry and getting home to Margaret and Olive.

"Look...I don't know what you want from me. You say it's been five years, but it was only hours to us. But if it really has been that long...I need to get home to my wife," David insisted.

"As you can imagine, a plane reappearing out of nowhere after five and a half years is quite a story. Once the story hits the press, we will be consumed by an unprecedented media storm," Gold warned.

"I don't care! You don't understand and this is going to sound corny and sappy, but I need to get to my wife. I need to get our son to her. I need to get to my daughter. If it really has been that long...then they deserve nothing less. My wife and I...we don't do well apart," he explained, as he started to tear up.

"She's...she's my soulmate and I'm hers. It's been only a few hours for me and I miss her so badly that it hurts my heart! Can you imagine what she must be feeling?" he asked.

"Mr. Nolan…" the African American man, Vance, whom he had learned was the director of the NSA and the man that had brought Gold into consult, started to say. But Gold put his hand up, signaling him to stop. Normally, he couldn't imagine the director of the NSA allowing himself to be silenced by anyone, but he seemed to go quiet for this man. This Roman Gold seemed to command power over this whole thing.

"I understand and you'll soon be going home to your fair wife, but these questions are necessary. The plane disappeared, none of you aged a day, and five years later...you're back. Naturally, we must know what happened," Gold stated.

"So that's it? Are we all going to be put in some government lab to be poked and prodded like some lab rats?" David hissed. Gold allowed himself another smirk. He liked this one and there was something about him. Out of all the passengers, somehow it was clear that this would be the family to watch.

"No, Mr. Nolan...there will be no locking up anyone and soon, you'll all be going home. The story is going to break momentarily and soon, many families will be showing up to claim loved ones. I have no doubt that your fair Margaret will be among them," Gold said.

"Can I have a word with you?" Vance hissed, as he stood up and went to speak to him out of earshot.

"We are not cleared to release these people into the public. This is a matter of national security," Vance whispered

"Then you had better clear it up quickly, director...because while some may have moved on with their lives and left these loved ones behind, there will be those that run here at top speed when they hear," Gold said.

"There is no stopping any of this now and since we cannot find an actual crime here, you cannot lock up innocent people against their will," he continued.

"Oh, I suppose you can and have the power to do so, but I don't advise it. I will say that if we want answers...then releasing them is the only option," he added. Vance didn't look at all comfortable with that idea, but did not deny any of it. Gold was right

~*~

Her breathing came in ragged gasps, as she flew out of the car the moment they were admitted through the gates. Her eyes scanned the tarmac and her feet pounded the pavement, as she ran inside the terminal like she had never run before. She saw him and everything else around her faded away. It was true. He had come back to her. The news reports were calling it impossible and some even suggested it was something to be fearful of. But to her...this was nothing short of the greatest miracle she could have ever imagined.

"DAVID!" she called and his head turned to her, as he ran to scoop her into his arms. At that point, she became a sobbing mess, as she never thought she'd know the feel of being in his arms again. When they finally pulled back, with her still sobbing almost uncontrollably, he finally pressed his lips to hers and everything was right again in her world with just that one gesture.

When they finally parted, she saw her son there, still ten-years-old, just as Olive and Robert caught up to them.

"Mom…" Henry said, as she knelt down and started sobbing once again. She hugged him tightly and looked to the sky, thanking whatever deity or force had made this possible.

~*~

"DAVID!"

The sound of her voice made his heart skip a beat. It always had and always would. He scooped her up, as she began sobbing against his shoulder. It was finally hitting him that, while it had only been hours for him, it had been five years for her and he couldn't imagine how hard it had been for her. When he finally pulled back to look at her, seeing the pain behind the happiness and relief in her eyes nearly crushed him. But he took her in his arms again, as she always told him that it helped her in their worst of times, and pressed his lips against hers in the most passionate kiss ever. As always, when they were together, everyone else faded away.

Finally, their lips parted and he watched her with tears in his eyes, as she sobbed and took their son in her arms. As he turned his head though, it was his turn to nearly break down crying, as his little girl stood before him, five years older than just a few hours ago.

"Olive…" he uttered, as she sniffed.

"Dad…" she cried, as he hugged her tightly, stunned to speechlessness and he cradled her head. His father hugged them next and he looked around. He expected Killian to be there for Emma, but he wasn't. He could see the questions in his baby sister's eyes, but she said nothing.

"Oh Emma…" Margaret gushed, as she pulled back from a hug with her and the shorter, raven haired beauty held onto her best friend tightly for a few moments. There were so many questions, but they were a family again and no matter what others suggested, their return was nothing short of a miracle to the Nolan family.

The ride home was surreal and he felt trepidation, as it seemed there were already news vans camped out near their house. That was going to be fun. He hoped it faded quickly, but he knew better than that. Planes that disappeared didn't just come back with one hundred and twenty missing people after five years. Honestly, he didn't really know what to think. But he knew that was hard for people to swallow. He saw the fear and skepticism in people's eyes already. Except in Margaret's. His wife honestly didn't care how or why they were suddenly back. She had them back and she was taking it as a second chance. They still had a lot to talk about, but that would come. Love was the easy part for them, so everything else would come and they would face it together.

The house looked mostly the same, with a few minor differences, but it didn't seem like his wife had changed much at all. They had so much to figure out now. He obviously had no job anymore and would have to now find one. He had a feeling that the Universities out there might be reluctant to hire a dead man.

But firstly, tomorrow they would need to return to the hospital and unfortunately have Henry evaluated. The cancer was still very real and he had no idea how they were going to deal with it now, especially his wife. Why did she get to have him back if only to soon lose him again? No one should be expected to lose a child once, let alone twice and he ached for her in that respect. He honestly didn't know how they were going to survive it, even together.

After they got the kids to bed, mainly their son, they retired to their bedroom and he admired the family photos that lined the hallway on the way there. She had never taken them down and there was no trace of anyone else. He was both relieved and curious about that.

"You have questions," she surmised.

"Reading my mind as always?" he teased and she smiled back.

"We always seem to be able to do that with each other and if I have to guess...you're wondering why I haven't moved on or if there was ever anyone else," she said. He looked down.

"I wouldn't blame you. If I really was gone...I'd want you to be happy again," he told her.

"I know...but I already got my one happy ending with you," she said, as she closed the distance between them.

"Not many girls get to say they got the fairy tale...but I did and nothing could ever top it," she replied.

"I did try dating after a couple years, mostly so people would just stop pushing me. But none of them were you and it was so awkward and weird," she explained.

"It was never like that with us…" she said, as she caressed his face.

"If you're worried that I've somehow forgotten what it was to be us...or that my love for you is somehow out of practice...you can stop worrying," she whispered and he let out a breath of relief he hadn't known he was holding.

"Because I never moved on and I never will. I know they're are things going on that we don't understand and this isn't going away. But I don't care about any of it. I just care that I got you back and I'm not going to waste any time with this second chance," she said, as he crushed his lips against hers. They pulled back from the kiss and she lifted his arms, so he could pull her blouse over her head. Their lips met again and she undid the buttons on his shirt, quickly divesting him of the offending garment. Her heart skipped a beat, as he swept her into his arms, something he had always done and something she thought was forever lost to her, and carried her the short distance to the bed. Their marriage bed. The bed that had been cold and lonely for five and a half long years. But that long, agonizing time was at an end and he had defied time, space, the laws of physics and even death to find her again. Everyone else in the world was fixated on the how and why, but she could care less. Her wish had become reality and even if it meant that their lives would never be normal again, she didn't care as long as she could spend the rest of her life in his arms. Whatever awaited them out in the world could wait, for they would deal with it and face it together. But tonight, the world would be shut out and only their reignited love and passion mattered at that moment.

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The Planning Of The First Solo Exhibition – From The Ground Up

Give your intended chief guest a complete heads-up on your exhibition, a couple of months ahead of the event, so that he/she can block the date and be available.

Collaborate with an NGO and share a percentage of the sales with the NGO.

It is important for your customers to know that a part of the money they spend on buying your work, will support a social cause.

Printed publicity material.

The printing press would have samples of artist catalogues which you can alter to your taste.

It usually takes a day or two to brainstorm with the people from the printing press before you finalize your publicity material.

Inviting people.

Send out the printed invitation a week before the inaugural event so that the invitees receive them three to four days before the date of the exhibition.

Showtime!

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