Or in my case, the itchy feet or the repaired bass speaker in the bar below us. The speaker is our legitimate reason for moving this time. And I have finally stopped feeling angry about the unfairness of having to pay to leave and have stopped feeling the frustration of not being able to affect a positive resolution. And the truth is, I have a serious case of itchy feet. I was able to talk my head out of the idea of moving, but apparently, not my co-creative energy.
The first year of our lease at Blue Star was wonderful. Through the creation of Fiber Artspace, I learned about the marketing, presentation, speaking about, selling of art. I created my own internship. Another voidthat Fiber Artspace filled was social. Being an artist is fairly isolating. I was feeling pretty lonely when I returned to San Antonio, and thought I might have to get a job to relieve my need to be around people occasionally. Meeting with artists, hanging exhibits, and gallery sitting have saved me from employment.
Through Fiber Artspace, I had created an environment where I was washed in creative energy--every month being surrounded by art from a different artist. I have made a lot of friends because of the gallery. Internally, I became a validated artist, while living here. Externally, I have sold my artwork because of the Space.
And then at some point, it seemed that it got harder to compact my studio. It had doubled in size since I opened. And the marketing, with its deadlines, seemed to take precedence over my own art. And I started feeling squeezed. I loved helping the artists that I had into my space and I felt that I needed to go deeper into my own art. Running a gallery, with commitments to other artists, isn't something that you can just turn off at the flick of a switch. I had commitments through the end of my lease in July 2009.
And then a miracle happened. The bass speaker got fixed downstairs, pretty much right after we signed our new lease. We are really only bothered by it when we try and sleep. Our earplugs block all of the noises in the area, but not the vibration of the bass that runs into our bed and into our heads!
And then another gallery at Blue Star subdivided his space into 6 micro-galleries. There was one left. The rent is $400 per month and that seemed more risk than Icould take on by myself. But then the idea exploded into my head, that I could share Fiber Artspace with three other people. Then I would only be on the hook for $100. That seemed doable. And I would have help running the gallery! And my partners would get in on the magic that I have felt this last year and a half.
While I wasn't able to make a decision to move out of a distracting environment for my art, I was able to make it for my sleep. We move into our new apartment in less than 4 weeks. And the next adventure of diving deeper begins.