Here I Am Again

   Hey, it's me again. Checking in with all of you that follow my nonsense here. Trust me, after you read these for a while it will all make sense. Sort of. As much sense as the creative mind can make. Eh, maybe it will be all to clear to anyone who reads it. I really have no idea. All of this does remind me of an idea I did have. An artist fantasy camp. People would follow me around all day. Skipping breakfast, stressing over an idea that's not going anywhere, trying to find that one brush that I really need right now, scouring the stores for discounted art supplies, trying to find the bag with the supplies we bought last month, drinking cappuccino, starting five paintings, finishing three others, drawing in sketchbook after sketchbook, emitting nonsense and wondering if anyone believes it. And paying $200 per day for the experience. Maybe a reality show. I'll be huge. Tom Arnold huge.

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One Of Those Weeks

  It's been a slow week for me. I've had trouble getting motivated. Maybe it's the cold weather. Maybe it's been because my art sales are down a bit. Maybe it's the approach of the holidays. Maybe it's all of those. Or none of those. Maybe it's just the natural ups and downs of being an artist. I am firing my Shopify store up again link . Hopefully that will motivate me. I'm starting three straight ten (or so) hour shifts. I like my job and all, but I'm just tired of having to do other things to support my art. I thought by now I'd be self sufficient.

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As My Grandmother Used To Say

  Another week. Another seven days of busting my tail and still feeling like I should have done more. My wedding paintings are coming along. I have shoes that I'm selling. I sent in a submission for a writing gig. I paint every day. I draw every day. I promote every day. I just don't feel like I'm getting closer to the top of the mountain. My organization is less than ideal. I refuse to give up. Every day I saddle up, crank up some tunes, and paint away. ever onward, ever upward. I wonder if Picasso ever felt this way.

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As Summer Leaves

  It's been a good week. I sold some prints and I'm making progress on the wedding paintings (which I honestly thought would be no challenge at all, silly me). I'm also writing a short bit about a crazy cat lady in hopes of it leading to something bigger. It's a long story (Well, the story of how it came about is a long story, but this story is a short story. Get it) and I'll likely bore you to death talking about it if I get the gig. The promotional side of things continues to improve. It would improve even more, I suspect, if I could afford to get my Shopify store back up. My mood continues to be good. It's amazing how much better I feel after leaving that nation wide seafood chain. Here's art:

 "Kneel Before Me"