Feeling the Love

Artists are a strange lot. Our egos torture us a lot. In five minutes I can go from thinking I am brilliant to thinking I have no right to own a paint brush! I know a lot of artists that always seem to ooze confidence. In private do they whimper and throw fits at their easel? I hope so.

I got a MAJOR dose of love this week. My friend and patron Joel gave me a call. There were some paintings he was interested in. After a nice catch up chat we got down to business and Joel left with several paintings. Is that the major love dose? Well, certainly a part of it.

Later I received an email from his girl friend Julie who sent one of the sweetest notes about my work that I have ever gotten. Her 5 and 7 year old are also fans. To think my art is a positive force in their lives was thrilling and a bit humbling. I felt like I needed to write her and tell her about my easel temper tantrums. That many of my ideas come from other people's suggestions. I felt a pang of worry that one day she would wake up, look at the painting and realize I am a fraud, not talented at all. That some how she lost her mind and saw creativity where really there is none. Yikes! My self esteem plunged off the charts.

After my self depreciation was done I read the note again and felt a big love dose. Right now four people love looking at my work. It makes them happy. IT MAKES THEM HAPPY! Wow, can you get a love dose bigger than that? Now if you'll excuse me I have a giant cartoon heart waiting to hug me. MMMMmmmmm