The best part about winter is the end of it. In Australia winter means finding that one jumper that you bought years ago and resurrecting your long pants from the bottom drawer. By the way, jumper = sweater and pants = trousers. It means wearing extra stuff, slow cooker meals, no BBQ’s and overcast days. It also means procrastination.
And with the changing of the seasons comes the flow of creativity. Better weather means enthusiasm to paint. One of my goals for 2017 was to force myself to enter more art exhibitions and competitions. Big call for an introvert like me but nevertheless I have persevered and I actually think it is one goal, the only one, that I might actually reach. (High five for me … yay).
Which brings me to now. There is a local art exhibition this coming weekend and I have put in an entry. Entries actually. Two paintings and some small “painted objects”. The “objects” are serving bowl platters painted with faces.
Whenever I enter a competition I always think I’m going to win something or sell my painting. I don’t think that has ever happened but, in a way, that’s OK. What I have come to terms with is the reality that I don’t paint to sell my work. If I really, really, really, wanted to sell my works I would be a lot more vigorous in my marketing and self promotion. No, I just like to be creative, sell the odd piece here and there and move on. Being successful in the sense of selling a lot of paintings, takes a lot of time and effort, and I don’t know if I want to get on the time and effort train. I prefer boarding the “frig around and get distracted by Trumps videos” train at the moment.
I can always see a mistake 