Art = Love

Today my mind is consumed with anxiety over the fear of the unknown. Just when you need to hear the right words from anyone (and anyone will do) you get a note back from a life long childhood friend on Facebook. (Perfect) The conversation between us started with me letting her know I had just changed my price points on my digital art prints.  She just purchased one and I wanted her to choose another. Her response brought tears to my eyes because she so eloquently gives me such wonderful feedback.  She is a master crafter of the written word. In response I couldn't stay all wishy- washy emotional so I shared with her this funny anecdote about the print she just purchased. I decided to share it on my blog too...

Re: Seated (To me the title represents comfort with one's self.)

A customer at my last art fair bought one of my prints and shared her thoughts with me. This is what she said, "I collect mermaids but they have to have the right faces. This one [Seated] reminds me of a Madam." The exchange of conversation between the customer and I was light-hearted and I'm always flattered by their purchase and interested in their spoken perception of my art. But, I had to laugh in my head as I recalled all of the conversations I had in art school with classmates about how an artist has to "prostitute" his or her art to make a living when she mentioned the term "Madam". It's true, we do. It's difficult to give our art up by putting a price on it and selling it. Yet it's always easy to give it away. It's the same with love.