Yesterday was rough. Really down and blue, and still pretty depressed today as well. I just want my old life back. Do not get me wrong I am glad I had someplace to go and I can't thank my friend enough for giving me a place. ....but this is not my home, I want my home and my wife back. I miss her so much...I just want my life back.
So its February 3 rd , and moving day was Jan 31 st . It is all done, the worst of it is over, saying goodbye to the cats really sucked, but I am here and I am all moved in, now just to unpack. I think today will probably be a little light on the unpacking and such, I need to give my back a break. I need to go out and pick up as few random odds and ends and then I will probably just pick at the unpacking. I don’t really have much to add today, I am just too tired and sore and the last few days have been pretty uneventful other than actually physically moving. I need to take a couple of me days..and then I will come back and see what I have to say.
Being an artist is funny and frustrating. I recently posted a bunch of pictures on Instagram and other social media sites of some of the work I have done. Everyone liked my work and were excited to see the progress on a painting I am currently working on. While I am sure they all meant all the kind comments and praise, it's funny how all that praise disappears when they ask how much a painting is, like they really intended to buy it. They ask the price and I tell them and then either the comments stop all together or I get a reply like “well I will get back to you” or “it's really too big/small for the room I was thinking about”. When I first started painting many of my paintings were given away, simply because in my mind they were not good enough to sell and I was painting as a hobby, not as a passion. However in recent years, I have stopped giving them away for a few reasons, I have moved on to higher-end canvas and paint, I also use much larger canvas and that gets expens...
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