Wow, what a show!

When we opened at 10:00, there was George with Angie; Donna Rae Wisor; along with Marianne Kondo, a dealer at the Tattered Suitcase, and Vivian Duplant & myself.  The clock ticked away as we all chatted.  10:15 and no cars.  10:30 came and no one else stopped by. 

While no one said anything, there were little thoughts dashing about.  "Was there not enough advertising?' "Is something else going on in town that we didn't know about?" "What are we going to do with all this cake?" 

Then the bells on the door tinkled as someone came in.  The door barely shut before someone entered, then another and then it was just a flood.  Soon the whole shop was elbow to elbow.  George was basking in his glory as one old friend after another came by and jostled through the crowd to get near him. The shop was filled with voices and laughter.  Through it all George had a grin on his face that never faltered. 

Of course, there were "oohs" and "ahhs" at the art work.  There was much conversation about the beautiful colors and how alive his new work seemed.  Each bit of praise added a little more to George's smile.  Naturally he was pleased that his artwork was admired, but it was obvious that the real thrill for him was to be surrounded by so many old friends. 

For the next few hours, George was surrounded as one after another pushed close to give him a hug, a smile and get a chance to talk with him for a just a few minutes.  I hate to use the cliche, but it was like "old home week".  The artwork, no matter how it was admired was secondary to the artist, the old friend, the man who still has the child just below the surface.

It was really a lot of fun for all of us who care for George, to see the love and admiration of his many fans and friends who came to his show. 

If you missed to show, stop by the Tattered Suitcase where his works will remain on display and for salae.

Thnks to all who came.