I could never let go of this!
This is something I’ve heard other artists say about their originals and I’ve been and am guilty of the same. Could this love for our precious paintings eventually destroy us?
While we might not suffer Gollum’s fate, this over-attachment to our past paintings, could qualify us as hoarders :) Having run out of wall space, we may find our precious originals stuck behind doors, inside of closets and under beds. Or, worse, we could become stuck, living high off past laurels and stop risking and growing as artists.
Because I’m currently letting go of watercolors that had become My Preciousnesses, I’ve been pondering the above. I’ve gifted some and others are now in galleries. When one sells, I’m happy for the income and moved a painting has been valued enough by another for them to buy it. At the same time I also feel a sense of loss. It’s uncomfortable.
If I stay with the uncomfortable feeling, other awarenesses surface. Fear, will I be able to paint another as good? Loss of identity, who am I without this physical evidence of my self-worth? If I sit with those feelings long enough, a tiny trickle of a sense of freedom and liberation begin to trickle in. Then, a feeling of lightness, like floating. And before you know it…I feel encouraged and energized that my art is being enjoyed in someone else’s home or office. Inspiration wells and…
…I’m fueled to begin again!
Standing Tall, barely dry, already has a new home, and continuing in the spirit of not hanging on to my precious paintings…
I just put this one up for auction with a crazy, low $5 opening bid, in case anyone is interested :)
Bids are being received for this painting at: New Every Morning
Enjoy the journey!