One of my students left my class yesterday feeling she had failed miserably at painting. I told her everyone feels that way sometimes. We have good days and bad days. In fact, during my portrait demo on Tuesday I had those very sentiments and felt downright panicky here and there. I know better than to panic normally when I am painting alone, but in front of 15-20 people including instructors, the room heats up and the oxygen runs out pretty quickly. The crowd wants a performance, and instead of dazzling them with the brilliance of your brushwork, sometimes you feel you might as well be holding a fat stick in your hand. Tip for the day: NEVER drink coffee before doing a demo.
Bill wants me to keep putting my little miniatures up for sale on ebay even though the last one only sold for one dollar above the starting bid. That means there were two bidders. One followed by…two. Bill exuberantly points out that we got a few new viewers to the blog since I published our blog address in the description for my “item”. Yep, go for it Lisa. Spend half a day on another tiny painting that strains the living shit out of your eyes and sell it for peanuts because we just may get a few extra hits on the ‘ol blog. That’s like saying gee Lisa why don’t you go jump in that freezing lake because when you come out the air will feel warmer. Thanks Bill ‘ol buddy ‘ol pal…
By the way, I know what you’re thinking. Neither of the…two, were my parents.