so i ordered a painting from an artist i adore on instagram
she paints portraits of women from 1950s yearbooks
but adds bruises & blood to their smiling faces
the piece i bought
was a watercolor heart and a parrot
a very small piece
i did not realize how small until it arrived
but i did not regret the money i spent
because the painting makes me happy
& she included an additional small painting
of a hawk
& she is a wonderful artist
with a unique eye
two days after i paid $45 for her 3″x 3″ painting, i sold 10 of my sea creature cards for just $5 a card.
granted, i sold them to a friend & had not agreed on a price before hand.
but, i realized
i am totally worth more.
my kids yelled at me when i told them how much i paid for the watercolor–not because i spent money that we do not have on art–but because i am not asking for more for my own art.
my problem is, i think i am worth the world, but i fear no one else feels that way.
which makes pricing my art, my creations, that much more difficult.
in other news, my newest muse called for a squid to be added to my collection of sea creatures.
i was skeptical. as much as i love squid they just remind me of penises (maybe that is why i love squid)
but i am totally in love with how this turned out.