The real thesis of this post is about hanging on. I might not be the BEST artist (whatever that means), but at least I can say I have hung in there. If I wanted to count, I suppose I have been a working artist for more than……….ahhhh, let me think…………almost FORTY years! Forget I said that………LOL LOL It is true though. I just keep crankin the stuff out regardless of the times, turmoil, or my mood.
It has never mattered that I don’t sell enough to pay my bills. It has never mattered that I spend oodles of money on art supplies with no logical return. To me, my art is a necessity. I need to make art like I need food or water or air. I just do it and make it happen. To me, it is more important than anything. My art allows me to speak. My art is my venue to say what I need to say. To me, this is a privilege. Do you see why my feelings for art are so strong? I have to live this way or I would melt into a puddle of doom.
It is my nature. Is it yours?
"...battle between prosecution and defense is also a battle between emotion and reason"
Acrylic / Mixed Media on Wood
Sheree Rensel
2 comments:
I'm with you: compelled. No choice really. A child asked me recently why I made all those paintings. There really is no sensible reason!... I had times in life when I made a lot of money and very little art... I smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish.
Eva,
Exactly. In some ways, it is illogical. Especially now in this time of marketing and $$$$$$$$$$$$$. I try to explain to people that selling my art is not my motivation to MAKE my art. Ninety percent of the time, they look at me like I just grew horns or something. I guess you gotta be one to know one. I don't try to explain this most of the time, but most people just don't get it.
:-)
Sheree
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