February was a good month for art. So good that even though March is more than halfway over there’s scarcely been a day in these six odd weeks that I haven’t picked up a brush. I don’t know where this momentum came from, but it seems to have dropped from the sky, content to rest it’s wings in this lap of mine for longer than it ever has before. So, I’m painting and painting and painting, as if this compulsion may (and likely will) fly off any day without warning.
It’s hard to put a finger on the moment this bird landed, but I think it had something to do with THIS INSPIRING WORKSPACE and wanting to get real art onto your walls, affordably. Prints of art are everywhere you look, and I’m kind of over them. I decided I’d rather cut the middleman–the scanning, printing, shipping, and pricing schemes (all for just a flimsy copy of art)– and make + sell the real thing for as cheaply as reasonably possible.
So that’s what I’m doing! I’m so grateful for all of you that have purchased a piece. It’s the pat on the back that every artist pines for. It’s taken 35 years of life to feel like I’m just beginning to arrive. Yet it’s just as likely that it’ll all be over tomorrow. Such is the fleeting nature of the plans of men, and I think I’m finally even enough to accept and even expect it as the norm for an art hobbyist. Inspiration, energy, momentum, success– I hope it’s here to stay, but in reality it comes and goes as quickly as the birds.