Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Friday, June 08, 2012
I sold these two paintings. Well, surprise. I AM a professional artist now. I am SUPPOSED to sell my work. Still, it is like giving up children for adoption. This first thing I notice is wonder that I did them at all. That is, of course, because I didn't. I just channeled that God-given ability, kept pecking away, till all that was there was what Spirit wanted to be there. It is a magical thing, being an artist. I live in perpetual wonder. And I will miss these guys. They were seminal paintings for me. I used to just do cows, because no one really knows what a cow looks like. But everyone thinks they have a horse's aspect down, and if there is even a tiny deviation from that image, I am sunk. Big leap of faith to do these at all. Time to do a whole bunch more. They seem to be the ticket for more $$$ to buy more frames to make more paintings to fill them. Busy, busy life I have. Wondrous, too.