It finally arrived after all the last minutes changes, stress, and months of anticipation! I was amazed at the number of people who passed through the gallery, and most of them sincerely seemed interested in our art. I had no idea this event would be so well attended. I was so proud to be there with my fellow BFA's, especially knowing how hard we had all worked and gone through so much to get to this moment. I loved the diversity of all our art--there was nothing remotely similar--every BFA's work was unique.
Even though I knew the outside light would change periodically, I was blown away at the drama of the constant changes in my boxes. At times when the light was just right, they appeared to be floating in space. Total strangers came by and made such positive comments about my abstract boxes. They truly seemed to be interested. Several wanted me to describe my exact process, but I kept my specific materials a mystery. People I had never seen before took multiple photos--which I took as a compliment--as long as they don't try to copy! Dan Jacobs took time for a personal conversation with me and my parents...he was so kind and warm. I also loved meeting and greeting with all my profs and was so grateful for their congratulations. Most of all, many family members along with old and new friends came to support me and be part of my evening. An unexpected visitor was my high school choir teacher, Rebecca Bowles, from Highlands Ranch High School. I hadn't seen her for several years and she has always been such an inspiration to me. (We traveled to Italy together on a choir trip with performances in Venice, Florence and Rome.) There were so many people who came, I had difficulty spending quality time with each of my visitors. Then as my family and I were leaving and the front doors to the gallery were being locked, my cousin, Lauren (who is an older, taller version of me) was able to run in and quickly see my installation for a few seconds! Now, as I'm looking back one night later, it all seems like a dream...
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