Bonfire the Art

Wouldn't it be nice if all you had to do was paint every day and not think of anything else? Who ever said we had to sell anyway? Is that the only measure of success? You go to art school and no one ever takes a business class so we're mostly pretty clueless about selling. We get out here in the real world and wait for the studio door to open with a gallery owner begging for our work. "Here, I'll take this one and that one and the next five you haven't painted." "While I'm here, I'll treat you to lunch." -- Ok, dream on. The truth is we slog our paintings back and forth across town to this show and and that exhibition and sell something every once in a while. You get in a good gallery and then the next thing you know, it closes--can't make it. So we keep hauling our work around while it stacks up in the back of our studios. We give some to chairty and to our friends, but still the stacks keep growing. Bonfires begin to look enticing--during a full moon, with strong libation, we could toss and hurl the canvases and paper to the ancient art spirits. But, "maybe not" we think, afterall that's kind of like committing sucicide of the heart and we'd have to endure the hangover.

Writing

There's nothing like being awake in the middle of the night and thinking about all the things you want to write about in your blog, like how about a little humor in here. I've decided I'm way to serious and need to lighten up a bit. Words baffle me, I am a visual person and usually say what I want through paint. I think I'm just terrified of people actually reading what I write and criticizing it. Ok, I know I'm not a great writer, in fact I'm pretty bad and if it weren't for spell check, I'd be sunk. So having said that-- wow, I feel better already--I'll ramble, mispell, write run on nonsense and maybe occasionally say something profound. Well, maybe not.
(It's more fun in color, isn't it?!)