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On April 3rd, 2025, I fulfilled the lifelong dream to have my art featured in a museum. I never imagined how it would feel because I never thought it was pos - sible. Yet, here we were at the opening, anticipation pal - pable. My wife, Diane, looked radiant in her new outfit, while old friends and family mingled over drinks, all smiles. Carly, my daughter, playfully called it my “Bar Mitzvah,” and our first grand - son stole the show in every photo.
at each other, eyes glowing. The show was spectacu - lar! Cherishing each step as guests poured in, I wish I could have captured everyone’s first impressions. All cameras were on us. On the wall we found my artist’s biography, and paused. Seeing my name and birth date, I thought of my late father and my mother, too frail to attend, and a few close friends recently deceased. We stood in awe, rel - ishing the thrill of what we’d achieved. This was no longer my show—it was ours, and not just ours as a couple, but like children, released to the world. I urge you to visit—it’s food for your soul. Paintings can spark your imagination, and no photo could capture the feeling of being in that space. The silk’s glow shim - mered under perfectly placed lighting, and the room’s scale gave the work focus and gran - deur. You will discover worlds within worlds. What does it feel like? It feels like I need a new set of goals. This night showed me my work can resonate— now, I’m driven to share it worldwide. I hope you’ll fol - low my journey and see how far this project can go.
Four months earlier, I finalized the designs and sent them to the man - ufacturers. Everything was shipped directly to the museum. When instal - lation time came, I offered to help, but the museum staff declined, assuring me they had it covered. At one point
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they closed the main museum for a few days to com - plete the setup. That was a powerful lesson for me, how seriously they approached the installation. On opening night, I still hadn’t seen the exhibit. A curtain hid the gallery, and I resisted the urge to peek, savoring the suspense. After a few speeches, Diane and I stepped forward holding hands as the first to enter. We were both profoundly touched. We looked
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