It's summer vacation and I have all of July off from work. That means that I finally get to work on projects that I've been eyeing for the past few weeks and months. I want to work on learning more about my genealogy, practice my french on my Rosetta Stone, finish the 340 page book I've been reading for roughly the past five months, scrapbook and paint!
I've been a little artist as long as I can remember. One of my teachers from high school inspired me to get my Associate's Degree in art after she asked me to illustrate a book for her. From there, it was my travels that really inspired me to pick up the pencil and draw. In the two years since my trip to Paris I've just been sketching away.
I've received dozens of compliments on my work and even some requests by friends and family for original pieces. It's validating, fun and a joyful way to spend my time. But I thought to myself, wouldn't it be nice to actually get paid for some of these pieces? We've all seen the canvases hanging in galleries with solid blocks of paint with an apparent lack of artistic skill and not to mention those Jackson Pollock pieces (nothing against Pollock!).... So if those kinds of pieces can be successful, why can't I sell a couple of mine?
However, in preparing to get a couple pieces ready for sale, some self-doubt has started to creep in the past few days. This evening my mind flashed to the episode of Sex & the City where "The Russian," was questioning the quality and inspiration of his own art. He was concerned that people would think he and his light installations would be regarded as "silly." That's how I was feeling; like my work wasn't good enough. But hey, maybe I just need to "Carrie" on. (haha, get it?) Who knows, maybe my work will end up in Paris one day and I'll be a big hit at an opening, just like "The Russian." Wish Me Luck!
I better get back to that summer to-do list. Those items won't check themselves off!
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