I am zen, I am the gentle breeze, I am the calm sea, I am the steady tree, I am not nervous about hanging my show. I do not look with a mixture of fear and dread at the empty gallery space I must fill. I do not have doubts about my competence.

I know I am silly but I would not be human if I was not pinched with a bit of nervousness about a show that is the culmination of three years worth of work. I mean if you are not nervous then you run the risk of not being prepared. Plus think of the wave of relief I will be feeling when it is done. So yes, my palms did sweat a bit as I looked into the gallery. I get that way sometimes.

I just want to be his Georgia.