I work for a living. I spend my days in a beige cubicle staring
predominately at a computer screen,
sometimes at documents, and other times at spreadsheet data. Occasionally I meet with clients or the
public and largely these are thankless meetings. While I do my best to balance conflicting
wants, often at the end of the day no one is happy, and I’m exhausted after
being yelled at. Yes you read that right – yelled at. It is then that I look
forward to the next time I can stare at little numbers in the silence of my
spreadsheet without my phone ringing.
No one ever thanks me for a job well done,
and there are no Christmas bonuses. In
fact downsizing and budget cuts took out my last job while I was on maternity
leave and I was lucky enough that there was a vacancy in another branch I could
slip into. Others haven’t been so
lucky. More than a few folks in my
office will find themselves out of work come the new year. Some have over 15 years of service… but it doesn't seem to matter. It is the “new” way of doing business we are told.
My life as an artist – is one of pursuing a
passion. It is not a way to put bread on
the table. So I will not be giving up
that beige cubicle any time soon. However
there are moments when I do manage to sell an original painting where upon I jump
up and down and run to my husband and say… “GUESS WHAT???!!??” “I sold and original!!!” Some one actually likes what I do enough to
want to purchase it for what it is worth and put it on their wall! These are my bonuses. These are moments of redemption – but they
give me hope in a world driven by the economic bottom line.
So to whomever made my Christmas a little
bit brighter, I thank you. I really do
hope you enjoy your new piece of art. It
was made with love and brought me joy in it’s creation – I hope it will bring
you pleasure in it’s new home.
So you ask – what was it that sold? It was a winter scene – so apt given the
recent weather.
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| When Snow Came A Falling Watercolour on Cotton Rag Paper Original: SOLD!! |
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