I was watching Real Housewives of Atlanta a few weeks ago. (I know, I know. I spent a few minutes considering if I should admit this or not.) A couple on the show is opening a new restaurant in Castleberry and every time I watch the progress, I want to scream for them. I just keep thinking...they have no idea what they’re getting themselves into.
We've had a whirlwind few months at the space. (I'm clearly using this to excuse my disappearance. Please go with it.) There were quite a few conferences in town in April and May so we were slammed with corporate stuff. Then Prince passed away and we had a tribute party that 817 people came to. (Yes, that's ridiculous. Yes, I'm still recovering.) Then a few weeks ago Lalah Hathaway dj'd at the space.
xI've been reading these brilliant pieces on the New York Magazine website. The series is entitled Beginnings: The Breakthrough Moment and it features famous people across various disciplines and their creative epiphanies. It made me recall what I would consider my breakthrough moment.
For example, take the title of this current letter "Someone Tried to Steal Our Coffee Table." That actually happened one day during a party. I was in the gallery when I overheard this guy talking to two girls. One of the girls says, "Just put your coat over it." I continued paying attention because I couldn't figure out exactly what the hell they were talking about. Then I see this guy take off his coat and throw it over one of our coffee tables.