Countdown from a Sprain
How an Injury Might Save My Art Career
I'm in a race against time.
I'm an artist, not selling much art. Perhaps, I thought it would sell itself—"if we build it, they will come"—but it's not working. I sell a piece here and there, and used to have more commissions than I could handle, but business has gotten slow. Long story short: If I don't master the business quickly, I'll have to go back to retail.
Talk about a punch to the gut.
I love painting. It makes me feel free. Free to turn imagination into reality and escape the confines of matter, to explore who I am, and fluidly express emotions that are difficult in everyday life (I have Asperger's Syndrome, a high-functioning form of Autism, but I'll talk about that later).
Retail, on the other hand, is so... people. Ugh. People are perverse, confusing, unkind, and obnoxious, and they make life a whole lot harder. But it's better to go back to a stressful job than end up homeless (been there, done that, don't care to do it again), which is on the docket for real if something doesn't change—like yesterday. God willing, things will turn around before that happens.
The good news in all this is that I've sprained my (non-dominant) wrist. Pushing past the pain and swelling, this is a real blessing. It means I can't go back to work until it's healed. No dishes or housework, only moderate laundry, etc., thus freeing up time to paint and draw. But this extra time is limited—once the sprain is healed, off to Walmart I go!
Part of my action plan is to achieve more portrait commissions. I adore faces. They're so diverse and so full of life to portray, with so many stories to tell! And one of the most difficult subjects out there. (Except for pine cones. I've never managed a pine cone yet.) Here are some of the faces I've been working on lately:
Consider this post a declaration of war. War against inevitability. Share this journey with me as I fight for freedom, art, and self-sufficiency! Among other things, but we'll get to that. Let's see what happens as I document this struggle.
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