Finish Game
I’m circling the finish on some really nice little paintings. I put the music on and let time go. This is when I’m most powerful as a creator. I zone out and it’s a dance with the dimensions of the paint on canvas. Sounds funny? Welcome to my world… if you can’t play this bloodsport for keeps you’re not selling work and you aren’t making a living at it. I’ve got to leave the best of myself up there on the easel, hanging on that canvas which someone will cart off and live with, a piece of me often times I will never see again. But that support is what it’s all about, my collectors coming out of the woodwork to blow wind in my sails. I’ve got a small army at this point, and when one goes away for a spell a new one comes around and I start another dance. My dance is honest and as an old friend of my father’s recently stated accurately, ‘You’re not beholden to anyone in your business’. This is the best part of my world. Back to the easel.
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