Wild week. Dad broke his hip yesterday. Madness. Don’t know what to do. Just sitting with him and doing some sketches. Trying to keep up with prints and artworks.
This week was not great but it ended amazingly. I’m struggling with these paints. They are fine but I’m not coming at them 100%.
I feel like I’m working on thing painting to just get the energy out.
I got another rejection letter from a gallery. Two times this year, at least this one didn’t leave an insulting comment. It’s fine, the next one will be the markets. I’m always a favorite at the markets.
I guess even your favorite artist gets humbled a few times a year.
On to the next one.
Just gotta sit by the fire for the rest of the night.
Que lo que? (How goes it?) Alec and I went to the movies and it was wonderful. If you have never seen the Blind Swordsman I highly recommend it. Beautiful movie I watched as a child many times.
How goes it? What’s new? I am trying to finish this painting but it is flexing my creativity. In a such a good way. Sometimes you have to just let it flow.
Art can become an animal in the wild if you are willing to take a chance.
Ever since I got that rejection letter, it’s just been sticking in my mind, and like digging in my craw, and like ruined in a lot of stuff for me, so I talked to some friends. We are great artist, and they told me “just let it go move on man and happens all the time to all of us.” It’s not important. What’s not for one person doesn’t mean anything , find the the right people. It’s back on the horse.