I love small works shows so I was happy to be invited to exhibit at the Lemonade Stand Gallery in Key West this month.
Key West is special to me. It was the first place I ever went on my own. I was 19 years old, I had $750, a tiny hatchback, a tent, and a scuba diving license. I was in heaven. I went back over and over to Key West through the years but hadn't been in a very long time.
This time I camped at the gorgeous Marquesa Hotel. In true Conch Republic style, we were greeted first by Bob the Cat, then by a Celtic ultimate fighter (lovingly known around the world as Irish Kevin).
The opening that night was incredible. I had no idea that many people could fit on Key West, much less in an art gallery!
The next day Will and I did our favorite thing: We let locals tell us what to do. The game is to ask your breakfast server what do to next, do that thing and ask someone there what do to next, and so on. The whole day becomes Six Degrees of Separation. There were pancakes with local Pilar rum, a backyard restaurant, a backyard bar, a rum bar, galleries, boutiques, and wine bars. On we went, name-dropping the whole way. (Irish Kevin sent us! Captain the Drunk Cat sent us! Your husband sent us!) What fun.
The Lemonade Stand Gallery was incredible, Key West was blissfully still weird, and we had a great time with all of our new friends.