I first began trying to sell my art in the mid-90s. Several framed photos and watercolors with quotes had been in a gift shop on consignment for about 6 months with none selling.
I was beyond discouraged on the day I opened the envelope from Bittersweet with a check reflecting the sale of 3 photos. I phoned my mom to tell her of my success. She celebrated with me. That first sale had been just the boost I had needed to keep me going.
When I visited my parents a few weeks later, I was shocked to see those three framed photos hanging in the hallway of their home.
I turned to her accusingly, “It was you!”
She laughed, “I can buy your work if I want to!”
And soon had me laughing along with her, feeling very loved.
Celebrating my Mom.
She was strength and joy, fun and laughter.