After weeks of heat during the day and clear nights, there comes the evening of my opening reception at Wohlfarth Gallery Provincetown - and it rained like hell. Buckets, oodles, heaps, copious and extravagant amounts of wetness. And I was sure, of course, that no-one would come, a fear that I kept barely at bay by quaffing multiple glasses of yummy prosecco.

Well, readers,  I’m here to report that my Cape friends and even some art-seeking strangers, came through like champs, slogging through the downpour and earning my eternal love. Ends up, we had a great party.

Vinnie Wohlfarth hung the show magnificently, which was not an insignificant  challenge considering that I showed both tar pieces and encaustics. The Wohlfarth outpost here in P-Town, celebrating 20 years on the ragged end of the Cape, is a beautiful space in the heart of the East End gallery district. It is lit like a dream, so none of my usual bitching about lighting will be heard here. I also owe a big  thank-you shout out to Provincetown Magazine, which for some lucky reason decided to sponsor my reception and brought us some fabulous food well above the art opening norm.

So I’ll just show you some pictures, since I do draw the line at reviewing my own art.