Unbelievable

OK, so I haven't managed to post during or immediately post the exhibition but it was all rather breathless in the end. It was going ok, I'd sold a few items and was comfortably heading towards my target of about £500 that would have raised the total of donations since Sarah died to around £5000 - a point at which I felt I would be able to maybe draw a line under active fundraising, I don't know, maybe, but it felt like a suitable target.

Anyway, I'm busy getting things organised for the late opening on Wednesday - it's about lunchtime - and this chap comes in, having been attracted by the painting of a red kite in the window and starts to look around. I tell him about the sale, what it's for etc., and he tells me that his wife is a survivor so it's something he's very keen on. Sensing a sale, I get him a coffee and watch him wander around the gallery, pop outside again, look around some more and he takes a phone call. Almost immediately after he hangs up, he turns to me and says that he'll take them all. All his wandering around had given him the chance to add up the (minimum) prices of everything which came to something just over £900 so would I be happy with £1000? From then on the whole week became a little surreal, I had to find some other paintings to sell and we ended up raising over £2500 for the charity (Breast Cancer Now).

In other news I've taken delivery of a plan chest and am busy making my studio habitable again in between sorting out more memories and photos and records, recovering the dining chairs and other things I perhaps shouldn't try and do all at once. And I've started two new paintings.