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Unfettered

Robert Boyd's solo exhibition 'Unfettered' is quite meditative and leaves collectors lingering over each piece. Introducing his solo show during the start of Fall season, was undoubtedly perfect timing. 

Unfetter | un·fet·ter | verb | past participle: unfettered | release from restraint or inhibition

Disappearing and Forgetting | Robert Boyd | 40x40 | Mixed Media on Panel

Disappearing and Forgetting | Robert Boyd | 40x40 | Mixed Media on Panel

 

On a personal note, the past two months were extremely emotionally tough ones for me. (Hello, My name is Hannah, and I've been defined as an empath.)  We sent our oldest off to UNC Chapel Hill, and an individual we care deeply about (who is homeless) was lawfully and gently evicted from her home and gardens of 6 years under the bushes of uptown. Salvaging possessions from her haven right before I saw it bulldozed down nearly ripped apart my heart and rocked me to the core. 

Out Of Reach l Robert Boyd l 40x40 | Mixed Media on Panel

Out Of Reach l Robert Boyd l 40x40 | Mixed Media on Panel

Unfettered. It is a reminder of letting go of things that you have zero control over. Letting go of things that control you. Letting go of loses, disappointments, fears, judgements, perfection, or even the past. 

To instead, be rooted with unfettered faith, and discover an inner peace that has been patiently waiting on your arrival.

Finding contentment. Peace. Ease. (I call that God). 

Salt & Shadow | Robert Boyd | 60x48 | Mixed Media on Panel

Salt & Shadow | Robert Boyd | 60x48 | Mixed Media on Panel

One can certainly see traces of Rothko's expressionism in Robert's works. His sultry colors and textures will have your inner voice screaming, "I need a comfy bench, please." This body of work is a reminder of contentment and releasing all those things that don't serve our well being. 

I can't control how late our daughter stays out at night, or how many times in one week she eats at Al's Burger Shack. I cannot control the fact that our homeless friend choses to live outside in the freezing cold, or the fact that she refuses medical treatment. But I CAN easily get lost in Robert's works, and rediscover that peaceful rhythm of my breath.  

Find you inner unfettered beast. She releases. She refuels. 

She wins. 

Orchestrated Serendipity

"Vital lives are about action. You can't feel warmth unless you create it, can't feel delight until you play, can't know serendipity unless you risk.” ― Joan Erickson

Six months ago,  I discovered this very article that caught my attention and interest. I started out on a path for one reason, but was instead lead down a very different path, that somehow ended up leading me exactly where I needed to be.

I am immensely drawn to others that have suffered and discovered something greater within themselves that they never knew existed. I can relate, as I’m sure many of you can. 

For over a year I’ve been disciplined in praying for a much needed gallery mentor. "Fake it 'til you make it," first year. Check. "Growth," 2nd year. Shock/check. "Double growth," third year. Happy Dance/triple check. 

Sister needs a mentor. 

I’ve needed someone that understands our fast growth, my self-doubt and stubborn determination, our passion at Sozo and our willingness to stay true to our beliefs while managing growth. My Dad was the one who always provided those answers and when he directed me with a nod and those baby blues, well then- I believed it. And he believed in me. God, I miss him.  

In February I contacted artist Patrick Fagerberg and told him of my interest in his work and desire to see more. He put me in touch with his mentor, Ron Gremillion and ‘warned me’ that Ron was appropriately protective of him as a friend and an artist and to not to be surprised if he Ron didn't offer his blessings. Sigh. And eyeroll. Another one of ‘those’ gallerist. Lawd. 

An hour into my conversation with Ron, I’m confident I’m talking to my Dad/Jesus/ and Santa Claus all wrapped up into one glorious gift. Tears streamed down my face after I asked him if I could hire him as a consultant. “Hannah, just hop on a plane and fly down to Houston, and I will tell you everything you need know to properly run a successful gallery.” 

Seriously? Do people like this still exist in this world? 

Houston airport...and our first Uber driver.  

Houston airport...and our first Uber driver. 

Hubs think I am coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs crazy. ‘You mean to tell me you are flying to Houston/ meeting with another man we know nothing about/ and taking business advice from him?’ “Yep. Yes sir-eee. It’s a God thing. I know it. I really feeeel it, Charles.” He eyerolls and half smiles. (#hisapproval)  He knows me and he gets me.  I felt 100% confident this was meant to be, and God placed this Godsend into my life.. It’s beyond happenstance or serendipity. 

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After meetings, introductions, artist and sales education we are wined and dined at a favorite local Houston restaurant. Ron’s baby blues gaze firmly into mine and he gently pushes me, yet I already know that he believes in me. “Hannah, what are you afraid of? “ 

In Houston I learned that it is perfectly okay to be vulnerable in this industry, yet to trust your heart, stay true to your values, your prayers, your intuition. When something scares you, then pull your shoulders back and stand tall, tap into your yoga breath, and trust the process. That’s exactly when the magic happens. 

Our last day in Houston, Sara Frances and I ended our art journey at the Menil Collection and The Rothko Chapel  (one of my all time favorite artists BTW) After sitting in complete silence in the chapel and studying, praying, meditating and being in awe of his infamous works (and yes, I wanted to break out into some sun salutations, but refrained), we met on a bench outside. As if I needed anymore confirmation of this trip, the sun was setting and casting extraordinary colors onto the Texan sky,  we were serenaded with a warm breeze and doves confidently calling back and forth to one another in the large oak trees. (Honestly, I can’t make this stuff up.) 

In THIS very moment I’m convinced I have finally understood and nailed the truest meaning of ‘deep in the heart of Texas’…it’s not a place, it is what lies within certain people in this heartland and the magic and hope they offer to others. 

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Please join us on Thursday, September 7th for our newest exhibition Transcendent Light. Come meet my mentor, gallery owner Ron Gremillion and two of his artists, and our new friends Nicola Parente and Patrick Fagerberg

Truly, C.S. Lewis nails it best on the gratitude I have for my orchestrated serendipitous friend and mentor. Here.