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It’s my first exhibition and I feel dreadfully unprepared. I turn up at Barossa with my prints to find an empty wall in the cafe waiting for my art. Other artists are already there. They have hammers, measuring tapes, picture hooks, picture wire…

Thankfully the walls already have some holes and some screws and I only have to borrow a couple of nails and a hammer. I make a mental note to be more prepared should an opportunity like this come my way again.

It’s by chance that I’m here. We know the owners, because we are regulars. A couple of weeks ago I asked about the art on the walls and was told that it changes regularly and that there was an opportunity for customers to show their work coming up next. Nic remarked that I was a photographer and I was invited to show Katie some of my work.



Polaroids, I thought. Something a bit different. Yes, I’ll try that.

So, in I go with some samples. She loved them.

I also chose one of my recent favourite digital photos and added it to the collection.

So, I have been scanning, ordering prints, getting frames made. And today, some of my photographs are hanging in a cafe. I’m blown away by the quality of work my art shares the walls with. I admired and complimented the other artists, whilst my insides were forming into something the shape of a walnut. Is my stuff really good enough to be on display? Will any of it captivate anyone who frequents this place enough for them to want to take it home?

I have three weeks to find out. And if no-one buys it, I will at least have some of my own artwork to hang on the walls in our flat.