
My show over the weekend was the best I've ever had. Not just because the sales were great, but because I got to see hundreds of people's reaction to my paintings. Yes, some just walked on by (which is fine) but so many stopped to take a closer look, ask questions and give me a knowing nod.
You see, I paint first and foremost for me. Because I have to. It's a strange imperative, knowing you will not be happy or fulfilled until you can create something. So when I meet someone who enjoys my art so much that they want to hang it in their home or give it as a gift--it's like I'm resonating, vibrating on a frequency with them. Most times it's with someone whom I've never even met before. How is this possible? It's surreal, intimate and emotional. I say "thank-you" because that's all I can say in that moment. Inside I'm moved beyond words.
It's a busy week around here, but I can't wait to pick up a brush again.