As the dates of the art exhibition sneak up on me at rather an alarming rate, I have come to realize that it is time for me to start doing something I find very difficult. I have always saw myself as mostly self sufficient. I hate asking for help. I would rather push myself to the edge of my energy quota, of what I can handle, then to have to lay myself bare before anyone, admitting that I need help.
With this project, I have found myself being humbled by my own limitations. There is only so much I can physically do, before I have to concede some kind of defeat. It has been a hard lesson to learn, but a necessary lesson. With ever request for help, there has been cringing. Even when asking for help to find a name for this project, I did it with a heavy sigh. I cannot do this. For some reason, I have hit a wall and can’t find a way around it or over it.
Now that the dates are approaching, I am having to call out for help from my friends. In the beginning stages of this project, I did approach a few people with requests for help. I will need help putting up the work in each venue as I cannot do all of the lifting myself. There is also the matter of sitting for hours and hours outside, watching the work, inviting people to take a look and talking to them about the project.
My plan is to start contacting universities, local artists and whoever else I can think of, calling out for people to volunteer a few hours of their time. I do think that participating in this project is worthwhile, or, well, I just wouldn’t ask for people to make that sacrifice of giving up their time.
It is very humbling, risky and scary to think that I cannot pull this off without the help of others.