Well…what to say? My show went well, the venue (18th Century anglican church) was beautiful, the sun shone, the people, if not flocked, certainly flowed, funds were raised and the nightlife was lively.
Too late… you missed it!!
If you’ve never been to Dinard: go! It’s really pretty, loads of charm, on the sea, packed with little art galleries and brocantes, cafés and delicious sea-food restaurants.
Oh to be by the sea
Anyway, back to the show… It all went off without a hitch: Carolyn had done a great job preparing publicity, food, and drink; Chantal — a seriouly talented local sculptor (www.chantalblanchy.com) who also happens to be my youngest niece Jo’s mother-in-law (still with me?) — lent me stands; friends Mags, Caroline et al rallyed round to help set up; and Father Gareth let me take over the whole church (to the surprise of many French visitors who couldn’t see the Catholic Church allowing such a thing!) before using me as the subject of his Sunday sermon (graven images? idols?). I came home all fired up (hoho). It’s a huge confidence boost when total strangers admire your work.
holy sheep
Hallelujah
people actually turn up!
total strangers
Would I do it again? You bet!
ponder…