I’m having one of those weeks where it is hard to tell whether reality is sinking in, or I’m just feeling sorry for myself…
I have always read articles where someone mentions that (insert aged friend/relative) used to paint, and there are all these fantastic paintings hidden away under the house….
Used to? I think. Why don’t they do it now? If they were exhibiting, why did they stop?
I think that’s the kind of crossroads I’m coming to now.
Life Lines has only a few more days to go, and while even just producing the work has brought big rewards to me personally, there have been no further sales since opening night, and that is just a little disheartening. The steady traffic and loads of positive comments from people who love the work are all good and well – and make the gallery feel good about having the show, but at the end of the day, I would like to have made a little money from it – apart from just covering costs.
This is the point where if I was sensible I would be weighing up cost and effort versus tangible results. This is the point where I should be looking at the employment section and be thinking about investing my time and effort into a venture that may bring some money into the house (that I want to do so much to). This is the point where if I waver – may lead to the road of no-return and an uneasy feeling.
This is the point where I will just sit for a little while longer and watch the clouds go by, looking for clues and measuring tangibles and intangibles, convincing myself that the show is just another stone laid on my chosen path to a brighter and happier future.
I suspect it’s all part of the process………