I work for a living. I spend my days in a beige cubicle staring predominately at a computer screen, sometimes at documents, and other times at spreadsheet data. Occasionally I meet with clients or the public and largely these are thankless meetings. While I do my best to balance conflicting wants, often at the end of the day no one is happy, and I’m exhausted after being yelled at. Yes you read that right – yelled at. It is then that I look forward to the next time I can stare at little numbers in the silence of my spreadsheet without my phone ringing.
No one ever thanks me for a job well done, and there are no Christmas bonuses. In fact downsizing and budget cuts took out my last job while I was on maternity leave and I was lucky enough that there was a vacancy in another branch I could slip into. Others haven’t been so lucky. More than a few folks in my office will find themselves out of work come the new year. Some have over 15 years of service… but it doesn't seem to matter. It is the “new” way of doing business we are told.
My life as an artist – is one of pursuing a passion. It is not a way to put bread on the table. So I will not be giving up that beige cubicle any time soon. However there are moments when I do manage to sell an original painting where upon I jump up and down and run to my husband and say… “GUESS WHAT???!!??” “I sold and original!!!” Some one actually likes what I do enough to want to purchase it for what it is worth and put it on their wall! These are my bonuses. These are moments of redemption – but they give me hope in a world driven by the economic bottom line.
So to whomever made my Christmas a little bit brighter, I thank you. I really do hope you enjoy your new piece of art. It was made with love and brought me joy in it’s creation – I hope it will bring you pleasure in it’s new home.
So you ask – what was it that sold? It was a winter scene – so apt given the recent weather.
|When Snow Came A Falling|
Watercolour on Cotton Rag Paper