I don't think I'll ever forget this day in San Francisco, whether or not I become a recognized artist. To say the least:
My eyes were glued on this storefront with its minimal and dynamic pieces, and I couldn't resist standing outside in awe for an extended time. I didn't want to go inside at first because I knew I couldn't afford anything in the gallery, but thankfully my husband pulled me inside, exclaiming that there's never harm in admiring good work.
All photos of Tangent Contemporary Art
Featured artwork by Carol Feuerman, Patrick Hughes, and Steve Perrault
While I tried to quietly look around and not overwhelmingly appear as a tourist (almost impossible with a big camera strapped around your neck), my husband started talking with the coordinator of the gallery, who turned out to be amazingly kind and inspiring.
After a while of chatting, I finally gained the courage to ask him how he started in the art field. He told me that he landed this position after being born into poverty, working years in other fields, and moving along from one situation to the next. He had agreed to start and manage a new gallery with an artist, on the agreement that he would work at the gallery for only two years. "I said that five years ago," he said, looking up to the ceiling and smiling.
There are often times when I want to throw up my hands and give up on my passion, thinking that it may possibly never amount to anything. After talking to this hugely encouraging man, I realize that striving for happiness is not a ridiculous idea, although obstacles are sure to come my way (and they have constantly reared their ugly heads, trust me).
I wish I could have videotaped his conversation with us. If I ever got into a rut (which is often), I would watch the video and remember to just keep moving.
I may not have a video, but I won't ever forget his heartfelt words of encouragement.
In the meantime, I can always look up at the reminders hanging above my computer to encourage me to keep learning and moving forward.