Last Friday's art walk in downtown Bellingham, WA was well attended. I was pleased with the look of my paintings on the wall and even felt relaxed enough for this time to giggle a little as I scooted around at 9pm in my wheelie chair because I was so tired. I felt like Igor.
Sharon Kingston persuaded me to try the power of positive thinking that I WOULD sell a painting that night. I'll try somethings at least once so I was convinced that my small paintings were so fabulous and fabulously priced that they'd fly off the wall. I was even concerned that I'd run out of the things.
Apart from a pre-sale, nothing flew anywhere and by the end of the evening I was feeling pretty let down. So I'm returning to my preferred m.o. of cautious, long term optimism. Eventually people will come to know and appreciate my art, even as I continue to refine and improve my capabilities as an artist so as to make it something people would love to spend their days with. Cheers.
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