Selling

Selling a painting to a sympathetic and supportive friend feels like taking advantage of that friendship and it also feels a bit like cheating.

Selling a painting to a total stranger, a member of the public who has no reason to be nice to you, that is a different story.

Having real, disinterested acknowledgment of your work by having a member of the public pay for something you have produced for fun really takes things to a different dimension.

I have said before that every work I produce is a piece of me. It is.

And now a person I know nothing about and who knows nothing about me has an important piece of me on her wall. A new feeling for me, a feeling of satisfaction, pride, glory but also of nostalgia.

This was a painting thoroughly planned and studied, a real project, well thought of ahead of picking up a brush. And it all happened during some of my most difficult personal times when I had lost all control of the events taking over my life and was scared but also at peace with the inevitable.

In short, a real piece of my being that now hopefully gives continual pleasure to other people.

The real purpose of Art.