But as time passes and you have produced lots of artwork, you start to realize that the personal infatuation with that art in your heart, warms your soul much more than it buys fuel for the fire. you may even conclude your works value is maybe better used as fuel for the fire rather than taking up space on your walls or stacked one next to the other against the walls and in boxes. Why do we do it? Make art? Is there is hope of making a few pennies so we can make more and more of our beloved artwork?

In the pit of despair or at the brink of day we may at last arrive at the conclusion; there must be another reason why we make art. At least that is what has happened to me. Why some people find big money in the sales of art and others who are good artists, just struggle to get by is a difficult question to answer. It is one I have not had completely answered to my satisfaction.

I live with the ghosts of creativity past, all carefully placed in places where they are not disturbed. Not jostled, rubbed, scratched, bumped or accidentally marred. There they hang and sit, aging, gathering dust like geology developing into strata that define their age.

I was so frustrated with this that in this month of November, on one of my eBay listings I wrote this where the paintings description would ordinarily go;

 

(I usually put a blurb in here about the painting I'm offering on eBay - but I am just going to get a load off my mind and put that here instead.)

So here goes…  (to be continued - part 2)

Dave