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It's almost July and that means 
something new is around the corner for me.  A few  months ago, (with fear and trembling), I put my big girl pants on and approached Gibby's Wine Den in Geneva to inquire about their artist program.  I wondered if my artwork would meet their criteria for the monthly "Art by the Glass" program.  To my delight and true surprise, they said yes!  Mary, the program coordinator, gave me the run-down on what was required.  I would need at least ten pieces to exhibit. Yikes!  I had several pieces, but they still needed work.  She explained that my pieces would be up for most of July and then on the 13th there would be a wine tasting/artist reception.  Music, wine, friends....what could be better?  I'm so excited (and so nervous).  For me, this is really stepping out.  Two years ago, I prayed a little prayer that somehow, I would be able to work part-time so that I could be just a little selfish, to have more family time and time for my art.  God put a part-time job in my path, which allowed the opportunity to learn collage.  Well, He put me in the right classes, with the right instructor, and with the right group of people who encouraged me all the way.  It still amazes me how He knows the desires of our hearts.  Psalm 37:4

 Thought I'd post a few photos of my work. 







                                                                                                                 
                                                                             



Art By The Glass ~ 
Exhibit Opening, Artist Reception & Wine Tasting
When:  Fri, July 13, 5pm – 8pm
Where:  Gibby's Wine Bar 1772 S. Randall Road, Geneva, IL
 http://www.gibbys-wine.com
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