the color of money

If I change a painting to suit a client — if I start a painting with the clients color choices or do anything that is different from what I would naturally do for, dare I say it, money — does it make me less of an artist?

I wonder if it was Money or Matisse that changed something to go with a specific room.

I have done all these things just to make a sale. I am not really at peace with what I did. Now I would not do it. Looking at my work as though it is important if only for the fact that I am the only one that can do it, I believe I should be true to what my instincts first told me. I want every artist to be themselves all the time. I expect them to tell me what is what not the other way around. Nobody else can be me and nobody can be you. Our uniqueness makes us important. The biggest picture of all is that we did not make ourselves so Someone must have liked the way He made us. As Anne Flood told me once  “I never stress over whether a painting takes 10 minutes or 10 years to sell. There is a person out there just for this painting.”

inside out

I think it is important to live from the inside out. Sometimes I look in the mirror and think “who is that?”  Do my insides match my outsides?  What am I projecting to the world with my attire and words and actions?

I have a friend that looks exactly like her insides. She dresses in unusual bold ways and it makes everyone around her feel joy. Nobody thinks she is strange or anything negative. Pure joy and creativity and aliveness. Victoria, the woman who originated McKenzie Childs matches her creations.

You should match. If you are a designer you should look like one. If you are an accountant you should match. That way people will know you quite a bit and that is a gift you give to everyone. Your outsides should sing of your insides.

Something Else

I have found that sometimes on the way to one place, we discover another instead. Today that happened. The show was pretty quiet and it seemed like, “oh why bother.” Then I got to the end of the day and realized that quite a lot actually happened. I was able to spend time talking with people I really enjoyed and found to be hugely interesting. Because it was not busy, I was able to spend more time with the few people that did come in and really talk to them. I got to do a trade for some fantastic warm cashmere sweaters that I would not have been able to purchase otherwise. And I was able to figure out what to do with a painting that was lacking something. It was a great show in all because everything I experienced I can use later. A different outcome is sometimes the best thing for where you are right now. I mean really, how important are people anyway?

wild ideas

sometimes(ok every morning) I wake up and have new wild ideas.  Why do I get these ideas that seem to come from somewhere outside of me. Is it because I am an artist and am open to new ideas.  They come and I wake up all shaky with can’t wait to do them , jitters. My poor husband has to listen to the latest barrage of ideas to start his day.  After being married to me for so long , he does not get upset and think I am asking him to do anything. He has learned that my ideas do not have to involve him immediately, He has a good week or so before that happens.  I am married to the most perfect man for me.  The total opposite of my energy so that I do not go off the deep end. Even though I try every day to sky dive, He is a net.
I would love to have someone out there write a comment below – and tell me if you ever have this experience. What is it like for you to wake up? tell me.