Although it is not the first original painting that I have ever sold, it is the first in this collection and one that I deeply care about.
It is hard to see it go.
And I swore that if the individual who was purchasing it (who I hadn't met) turned out to be an ass, I was going to refuse to sell it.
ha. can't you just picture that.
But, upon meeting at the agreed location, after shaking hands and polite introductions the new patron turned out to be a lovely man who really "got" the work, and was giving it as a special gift to his lady-love.
So perfectly appropriate.
So I part with it with mixed emotions. Sad to see it go, but so excited that someone appreciates the work.
And something is gained in the letting go. Although no new concepts for work have ambushed me since the show, I feel a new sense of momentum in approaching the canvas. As much as I want to deny that having someone buy the work is validating, I can't. It is like some sort of weird unspoken encouragement to do more.
And let's face it... having it sit against a wall in my studio does no one any good.
Love, dressed for travel.