With less than twenty-four hours until the opening, I ran around, trying to put the finishing touches on paintings. The canvases needed to be delivered to Tara yesterday, and I still hem-hawed around about what I'd picked. I'd over thought every color, every stroke of the brush, and every touch of the knife. And the torture continued as I questioned what the hell made me think any of this had been a good idea.
Exposing myself to the public was ludicrous.
The vulnerability was frightening.
Add to the emotional turmoil that I'd never worked with photography, and I had a beast I couldn't contain and didn't know how to manage-and a medium I preferred to never work with again. And even though I'd learned more than I'd ever cared to, none of it was my cup of tea.
I'd never been on this s
