Well, here we are. Easter has come and gone and some days I feel as if I'm taking one step forward and two steps back with my artwork.
I met a lady at an Easter dinner who had been told by someone present, that I was a artist.I chuckled modestly and said I didn't know if I would really qualify as an artist or not.
She said she had been painting for about twenty years and was still paying for weekly lessons. She asked to see some of my work. I hesitantly showed a few pieces that I had stored on my phone.
She seemed genuinely flabbergasted when I told her.I had only been painting three and a half months. I don't know if she was pulling my leg or just trying to make me feel good, but she said that my pictures were far better than hers. But I have come to realize that I am never completely satisfied with my pictures so that might be the case with her.
Someone told me that I might sell more if I started doing portraits. My reply was. But if I don't enjoy painting portraits, what's the point? This is suppose to be fun, right?