The Painting I Will Never Sell

I painted this watercolor after a trip my dad and I took back in around 1991 through the Blue Ridge Parkway to Myrtle Beach.  This is the trip that changed my life...the trip that made me say I need to explore this world and see what it has for me.  The drive was beautiful, late summer; and I captured what seemed a million photos as we traveled.  And this little broke building, home, house, shack...whatever it blocked by signs to vote for someone named Hall we don't even know as we drove through the mountains.

After this trip I painted this little watercolor, about 30 minutes in one color, Paynes Grey.  My dad LOVED it! He framed it and hung it proudly in our home.  Today thinking about brings tears to my eyes.  He knew.  It really was good!  When I look at it now it is like my art meditation sketches now.  To get in that flow state where you cannot stop, even if it is but 30 is 30 minutes of peace.

I will never sell this painting.  The fact that is meant so much to my dad only serves as a sign to keep moving toward my dreams.  There is something about being in a flow state for a painting or drawing that separates itself from the rest of my work.  Being at peace.


This is F#cking Hard!

This is what many artists say.

Many artists work by themselves at any chance they get with little means to live, little means to do most of what's entailed as an artist. Pay for art supplies, promotions, bills, food.   Life gets in the way, we get in our way, not enough isn't good enough. Not everything you do is good.  Some paintings or drawings are shit, get thrown out...start over...sometimes a few times. Emotions run wild. Determination...Passion! When we believe we have completed the masterpiece if only in our mind or for the moment, we have fallen in love all over again.

Get in the mood, get motivated...drink, meditate or whatever it know.  We are driven to make this happen...inspired by our surroundings, a song, other art, a quote.

Inspired, motivated...every single night.  Giving up time with friends or doing fun things...although fun to us is in our studio, at our easel or drawing table. Sleep hard, think hard, day.  Life gets in the know, the job that pays the bills until you can sell enough to make doing what you love full-time.  Be there for your family, your pets, cleaning, cooking (what? who has time for cleaning?)

...we live to paint and we hope to die with a paint brush in our hands.  Can't be afraid.  Take chances.  No regrets.  This is why we are living right? To create, to show our loved ones, our friends, the world what we have for them, maybe a gallery or a collector or's a drawing for you, like a child showing our parents the beauty we you like it? the heart button...Retweet. Sell, post, re-post, wait.... Back to it...

...we hate all that crap we must do, we just want to paint or draw or sculpt...we are artists.  We are the creatives of this world.  And yet it's really fucking hard. The struggles and the assurance of our worth. Vulnerable to validated.  And in the end we ask for nothing from you but your support.  The high-five!

It's the comments, the hugs, the Wow's, the joy, the commissions, the purchases, the thank-you's spoken that are felt deep in my heart and in-turn my gratitude for it all.  It keeps me going on the really hard days...keeps all artists going strong.