Where I have been spending my days........

For the last two weeks I have been spending my time invigilating my solo exhibition in Lincoln.  This is my third solo show and possibly the scariest.  The gallery is much bigger than the last ones and, to be honest, I was woefully unprepared.  I have known about this exhibition for 18 months, yet only did the work in the last 6 weeks.  So, basically 6 weeks of late nights, one poor stressed husband, canvases cluttering up every surface and the permanent smell of paint in the house.  I do have a studio (shed really) in the garden but space and the fact that it is bloody cold forced me to decamp inside.



But, it is done and hanging and my time here is almost at an end.  I am not sure how I feel about it all.  I am not sure of the point of exhibitions.  Is it just my own vanity to put my work out there?  Is it just that I want people to see it and validate me as an 'artist' (a term I use very loosely about myself)?  I am really questioning if I should continue with the art.  I am not sure if I actually enjoy it anymore,  heck, I don't know anything anymore.

So as this exhibition draws to a close, the question remains, what now?  Do I continue or do I return to my life of tea making and hang up the paint brushes?