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Here’s what I have to say about the experience of having my art displayed at the World Trade Center of Dallas…

Wow! That place is immense and filled with every manner of ware one might imagine. Once I navigated parking and hiking to the sign-in desk, I began the task of finding Madi Kay Designs‘ booth. On the way, I passed expansive storefronts displaying aisle after aisle of crystal chandeliers, holiday ornaments, silk flowers, pillows ($300 wholesale throw pillows!), home decor, children’s products, clothing, jewelry, … It was “stuff” overload, for sure!

I made a couple of wrong turns, not knowing for sure where I was or where I was going, but I managed to fumble my way to the 6th floor of the World Trade Center (not to be confused with the atrium floors in the same building) and find the correct booth. Britany greeted me and showed me the display. Several pieces of my art, printed onto beautiful birch and tin signs were displayed and accompanied by their stories. I was overwhelmed, really. Gratitude. Humility. Excitement. Vulnerability. Pride. Disbelief.

It was the stories that did me in. Yes, I had contributed the stories. Yes, I knew they were to be displayed. However, knowing and experiencing are never quite the same. The experience was at first unsettling, not unlike those common dreams of being somewhere without one’s clothing and having to make one’s way across a large open area before finding a safe place – and one’s clothing! I read the stories in an effort to orient myself; I cried happy tears; I took some pics; I giggled. 🙂

The rest of the day was mostly about observing. I people watched. I struck up conversations with a few strangers. I showed off my display feeling a bit like a Kindergarten student during open house showing off her macaroni art. Look what I made!  And honestly, I was ok with that. I let myself be silly and playful and excited and in awe of the happenings of the day.

I left that afternoon knowing a couple of things for sure:

  • I was brave! It took a boatload of courage to share my art and my stories, and I did it!
  • I’m grateful for my day job. I don’t want to ask my art to support me. My art agrees. If we can play together and perhaps share a few pieces with a few folks, that will be more than enough. And if she and I simply continue to play together, that, too, will be enough.

Thanks for listening!

Peace, love and art,


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