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Spiritual Composting for the Fall Arts Kick-Off

10 Sep

I loved the idea of blogging. I have a big heart, big emotions, big visions — and I love connecting with bright, bold, bubbly souls like you. My first post was a blast to put together…a recap of the wild ride that was 2011. And then…2012 spring art fair season roared into high speed. After three art fairs back to back (VOLTA New York – Art Dubai – Dallas Art Fair)…I just didn’t give a damn. It wasn’t the long hours of show-ponying around a 12 x 20 foot booth in 4 inch heels. It wasn’t the ol’ ‘it’s the economy’ line, or the inescapable ‘20% collector discount’. It wasn’t the silver hair encroaching fast upon my dark locks. Really, I just didn’t give a damn. I have never in all my 36 years not given a damn. I always give a damn. I was devastated.

Was I tanking my Business? Was I tanking as a Woman? Was I tanking Life?

After giving up my brick & mortar gallery space…what was I? Certainly not a gallerist. A gallerist has a proper space with at least 4 pristine white walls and Vueve in the fridge. “There is a better way”…yanked on my heartstrings. After wondering if I should take the ‘Ab Lab’ at my gym 5 days a week and be a high end escort for luscious weekends in Las Vegas to float a brick & mortar…I hit the floor and instead of cowgirl-ing up like usual, I just laid there bleeding for awhile.

Then, I hit up my shaman in Topanga. I was experiencing a spiritual crisis that Louboutins and high-end detox spas couldn’t touch. Not a career crisis, or a ‘should I freeze my eggs’ crisis or an identity crisis. A full-on-fire-and-brimstone-in-every-thread-of-my-being spiritual crisis.

So, after a summer immersed in the World of the Spirit…I, once again, give a damn. On a higher level than ever before, I am reveling in Love, Freedom, Art and Expression, Rock & Roll and Spirit, You and Me.

I found out that there weren’t too many limitations, if I did it my way – Johnny Cash

Blythe Projects is undergoing a revamp. We have always been jet-set cowgirls and boys who believe in magic and follow the fireflies. But, now…instead of you coming to us, we are coming to you. We set up camp where it makes sense…and where it makes no practical sense at all (which often wind up being our most successful endeavors!).

I look forward to seeing you along the lovely, lively road…complete with cocktails and ceremony. Come revel with us in blog-time and live-time!

Bright wishes,

Hillary