finally I found a gallery to represent me as a painter. or they found me actually. they will pick up some of my work on tuesday.
being an artist is the most beautiful thing and at the same time the biggest curse.
stage fright when you go to the studio.
it can be so rewarding and deeply satisfying. but often you go through times of doubt and confusion. never good enough. like falling from one hole straight into the next one. it's endless.
and what is art? it's a representation of an artist's inner idea, executed in a very special and intimate way.
why do people buy other peoples' inner ideas?
I never understood that.
but I am glad they do.
life is good, at times.