Ohhh, Life is short. But getting better. The Powers that Be have seen to it that my life is improving. Sales have picked up, creativity is fortunately never a shortage, the off spring can see light at the end of the tunnel. Amen... Being a parent is.............permanent. Never ending, grossly expensive. I could have raised dogs, tomatoe plants. But I didn't. Second nature for me, to reproduce.
Am getting my work out there. Getting positive feed back big time, which is huge. Because as any one that knows me knows, on any given day, I think the majority of my work is crap.
I can't stand looking at it any more. When I'm done, I'm done. I know more want to look at a finished painting than re do yesterday; not interested. I'd prefer to throw sheets over them so I didn't have to see them, so emotional, too emotional. The down side of being a gallery owner.
If I don't sell everything I own, I am going to paint over them. I don't care what other people say, that it's crazy and there are always people that come in and like them any way. If they don't sell, they are out of here. I need the canvas. I need new, new , new, new.