Acrylic on Archival Gessobord with 2" Birch Sides, 36" x 24", Ready to hang!
Today I became intimately acquainted with what we call in the northern climes...ground-drifting. I've heard my husband remark on it from his many drives across Minnesota prairies. I do recall a note of caution in his voice. And now I know why. Snow blown across roadways and low visibility. Giant semi-trucks barreling towards you spraying snow across what little vision you have of the future. There is a focused attention that happens. Both hands on the wheel. No grabbing for that bag of almonds in the passenger seat, or the hunt for the cellphone. No sips of coffee. I know! No coffee! It was a white-knuckler!
Fear has a way of taking over, doesn't it? It pushes everything else aside. Sometimes this is good, sometimes it is not. Last night I sealed my exhibit paintings with polymer, wired, signed and got them ready to make the trip to the printer today, which is 2 hours north of here. I have them professionally scanned so I have a good digital copy for use in grant and juried art show applications, as well as possible print options. I had a difficult time deciding if I should scan all of them or some of them. It costs money, of course, so there is that factor. As I try to determine if they are worth scanning, I find myself in a slough of self-doubt. At this point in the process of preparing for a public exhibit, this is often the case. I can't tell anymore if these paintings really say what I want to say, if they really captured what I wanted to convey. I can't tell if I am delusional and caught up in my own little world of Don Quixote-esque stabs at the meaning of life. I start to doubt whether they are any good at all. It is a very vulnerable feeling.
"Pull up, Sparky!" offered my husband last night after hearing my downward spiral. Made me laugh. That was good. Sometimes you need someone to tell you to pull up out of your slough of despond. I usually get there eventually. I accept that this exhibit is what it is. I lived through the process. I felt the suffering of those who have suffered through war and conflict as I worked on these. And I realize it may be a stab in the dark...well, it is literally a stab in the dark or the forces of darkness that we are capable of, but that's okay. I have to be content with the process and trust in the result. It is, what it is.
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$850.00 for this original painting, ready-to-hang, plus $50 shipping and handling.
Fear has a way of taking over, doesn't it? It pushes everything else aside. Sometimes this is good, sometimes it is not. Last night I sealed my exhibit paintings with polymer, wired, signed and got them ready to make the trip to the printer today, which is 2 hours north of here. I have them professionally scanned so I have a good digital copy for use in grant and juried art show applications, as well as possible print options. I had a difficult time deciding if I should scan all of them or some of them. It costs money, of course, so there is that factor. As I try to determine if they are worth scanning, I find myself in a slough of self-doubt. At this point in the process of preparing for a public exhibit, this is often the case. I can't tell anymore if these paintings really say what I want to say, if they really captured what I wanted to convey. I can't tell if I am delusional and caught up in my own little world of Don Quixote-esque stabs at the meaning of life. I start to doubt whether they are any good at all. It is a very vulnerable feeling.
"Pull up, Sparky!" offered my husband last night after hearing my downward spiral. Made me laugh. That was good. Sometimes you need someone to tell you to pull up out of your slough of despond. I usually get there eventually. I accept that this exhibit is what it is. I lived through the process. I felt the suffering of those who have suffered through war and conflict as I worked on these. And I realize it may be a stab in the dark...well, it is literally a stab in the dark or the forces of darkness that we are capable of, but that's okay. I have to be content with the process and trust in the result. It is, what it is.
If interested in purchasing, hit the Painting-A-Day Purchase tab and then hit the Etsy widget.
It will take you right where you need to be to purchase the painting of your choice. Thanks!
$850.00 for this original painting, ready-to-hang, plus $50 shipping and handling.