Mirrors, oil on canvas, 24x24
I took the bus! All the college kids were huddled inside like little birds with feathers puffed up against the cold, and I, the cuckoo, pretended to be one of them and was welcomed in the bus-nest. They think I am young, like them. Just today it was remarked that I couldn’t be a day over 16.
I modeled for a wonderful artist today, who I am very glad to know. Her studio is painted in gorgeous colors and filled with beautiful large-scale paintings, the lighting is just right, she burns a lovely blend of incense, and all the music she plays is spot-on. I don’t know if it’s because artists are good at choosing music or because while I’m modeling, tuning out other stimuli, looking at one spot and focusing on staying still, I’m more receptive to what I hear. Probably both.
When I got home my landlord came by, and asked me if he could borrow a painting to show his wife. She aparently was a gallery owner at one time, and has a friend who is an artist selling paintings in the $5000 range (wow!), as well as other contacts. It was really nice of him to offer, and on instinct I loaned him my big red angels painting (Mirrors). I have a bare spot on my wall right now, but this is an interesting opportunity. I wonder if my work will find favor?
I’ve decided not to worry about trying to become a successful fine artist, because there are too many variables involved as the decision of what art to show is a matter of taste, and it isn’t my taste that counts. I just don’t feel like the things that I want to control are in my control- namely, a guarantee of even the opportunity (venues) to make a sustainable income.
If anything does come of today’s art loan, it will be a happy surprise indeed. However, I am still focused on my plan to go into graphic design, and get a steady and well-paid (compared to what I’ve had) job doing something I’m good at. I will just have to invest time in my own art on the side; that doesn’t sound so bad to me, as the pressure of making my own art into a full-time living is not something I have learned how to handle, despite years of trying to do just that. I always felt lucky when a painting sold; on top of my arranging to show my work, the right person had to be in the right place at the right time. It has always been a matter of doing my part and seeing what happens. Let’s stop with the musings and leave it at that, because I now need to finish a large painting to fill up the wall space.
