The Dust Settles

Humans... we're so resilient. We can become accustomed to pain. Just used to it. Here we are, appearing on the outside as though nothing is wrong, while inside we are scrambling to find some secure funding to keep going past the end of the year. Some immediate cuts have taken place, like custodial staff (please, no one barf in the gallery while I'm working), office supplies (donations of working pens welcome) and cheese for opening nights (what? no more Gort's Gouda?) Come January, gallery hours will be reduced. Musicians honorarium will be axed. Commission taken on art sales will go up. Rentals will go up. But you know what? We'll get used to it. Stings now, but it just isn't enough to make us march on parliament. I don't know what ever will. Maybe if I'm out of a job in January, I'll start walking.