One of the changes I have vowed to make is to work harder on making a name for myself with my art. I did a little bit a few years ago but, when this depression hit, I let things slide.
But recently I have been painting again, and a few months ago, I submitted two paintings for an exhibition about animals coming up in July. One of them, a cow portrait, has been accepted (yay me!)
Today I took the painting into a local art shop to be framed. The lady who was helping me said “ooh that’s nice” when I put the painting on the counter. Then her husband, who does the framing, came out and said “I like that! Who did it?” By this point, I was feeling quite smug, but then a well-spoken middle aged lady snuck a look over my shoulder and made approving noises. She was behind me as I left and she called “I like your cow!” I stopped to wait for her and we talked as we walked to the car park.
As we were parting, I asked what she painted and where she lived. She told me the name of the town and said she mainly painted landscapes. Then off she went.
It wasn’t until I was driving home that I put two and two together and realized that she is a very well-known, very successful local landscape artist.
The first time I’ve gone out publicly with my work in quite some time, and I get accepted in an exhibition and get lovely comments from a framer and a highly regarded artist.
This selfie really doesn’t reflect my mood. I drew it blind then did the shading/hatching afterwards. I look like an angry convict.