Now, knowing about me and my business, I've made jewelry and painted silk scarves, and created cards, and painted tee shirts, and crocheted stuff, and sold it (or tried to) at craft show after craft show after craft show. I've also tried selling it online in my Etsy shop. Somehow, none of this has ever been as nerve wracking for me as my latest attempt: hanging paintings for sale at the Fluvanna County Public Library.
I'm not sure why, but I feel like I have a much more personal attachment and connection to my paintings and collages than I do to my jewelry, scarves, and other works of art. When hanging these paintings on the wall, I felt like I was opening part of my soul to the public.
These paintings were created with specific days in mind, like this one:
This one was done after Father's Day this past June. We spent the day picking cherries at a local cherry orchard. Lots of cherries. More cherries than you could imagine. Or maybe you could imagine 17 lbs of cherries. I couldn't until we picked that many.
Two of the paintings are recreated from my past:
My giraffe painting, from when I was in elementary school, taking summer art courses. The eyelashes are even sparkly, just as I envisioned them all those years ago. And, of course, Sand is Blue. That one was a real challenge to paint. It was hard, but a lot of fun, because I could just let myself go. I wanted it to have a "coloring book" feel to it, which I think it does. The small child in my felt vindicated and proud when I hung that painting on the wall of the library.
There are several more paintings to be finished, priced, and hung. I hope I can overcome all the feelings of insecurity I have when those paintings go up. I hope I can get past seeing the faults, and seeing them through the eyes of the art teachers I had so very long ago.
Until next time,
Keep your Sand Blue
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