Seems I might have celebrated the end of winter a bit early. The crappy cold weather seems to be over, but there's enough rainy dreariness to keep the feeling going. It's been slow at work, so the money hasn't been optimum in a while. I still sell enough art to keep me from totally saying 'screw it', but supplies continue to be a problem. I haven't found any thrift store art to paint over, which means I've painted over a lot (well, a handful) of my old work. On one hand it does cull the herd, as it were, getting rid of all but the absolute best art. Judged by my opinion. It makes my oeuvre much more impressive. It does mean that every time I take a brush to a painting to start a new one that it's one more painting I didn't sell. It's painful to lose a painting like that. Worse than having art stolen (believe me I've had my fill of that). It does give me a chance to create something powerful. It keeps me sane. However it is an odd feeling to prep a painting and lay out the design, only to realize that it's done almost as soon as I get into the groove.
I've been using most of my studio time the past week getting supplies sorted and organized. I'm always amazed at all the artsy things I've purchased and forgotten. I am loving knowing where all my things are. Plus I've got a big empty space in my studio, meaning I have room to walk and move around without stepping on anything. Well, except for the rug. The paint spattered rug. Maybe it'll be worth some money some day. Until then, I have art to create.
"If I'm Not Wrong"
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