Greetings, my dear people.
So much has been happening. And all of it leading to this:
I’m trying to sound calm. It is taking a huge-ass effort not to end every sentence in exclamation marks.
I’ll just bunch all of them up together here, so this post doesn’t irritate the shit out of you: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG **SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
It’s been a stretch of no sleep, caffeine-fueled madness paint paint paint draw draw email email email text text text for days and days, I can’t remember how long.
I’m going to have to figure out how to make art and tell you about it while it is actually happening. Everything got fucking compressed this time around.
I found the perfect space to show the works and have a party in.
I took over my parents’ house from top to bottom and finished the paintings.
They went on sale online. Look: weeds.sharonchin.com
We sent out the invites. Did you get the email? Please please EMAIL ME (mail AT sharonchin DOT com) if you want to get on the mailing list, it’s the place I update first out of all the hoo-ha internet outposts.
The works sold out in two days. **Insert great joy and relief here**
I’m doing all the stressful, tiring, exciting things to prepare for the show and party on 10 March. One night only, like the circus. Come.
This is my one rule for parties: people should come and feel fine being themselves. The extroverts can rock out, the introverts can sit down and read a book/be happy in their thoughts/have intense one-on-one conversations. You can be cool, you can be nerdy, you can be moody, you can be angry. You can be… WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT.
A million and one details.
How do I hang the works?
Will there be enough fans? (If you’re coming, wear light casual clothes. Merdekarya can get a bit warm)
Finding enough fucking plastic spoons for the amazing food that my chef brother, Darren Chin is making for the day.
Bringing artworks as gifts for the people who are performing at the open mic.
But most importantly…
WHAT DO I WEAR?????
Won’t be shaving. No time.
I love you guys. See you there!
PS. There will be dancing