So I have now parted with the painting you saw in the previous post. What a strange experience. As an artist I have always found it difficult to be proud of my art. I have never been able to sell my art, or even give it away in most cases. Not because I don't want to part with it but more because it is self-quantifying and I feel a sense of humility or shame in my work.
So I took the bulls by the horns. I wanted to give one of my closest friend (you know him as digi) a good gift for his Life-start-day. I could not think of what I should do. Then I posted an image of one of my paintings here and if you look below he gave me the greatest compliment I have had yet about my art. Basically he would love to grace his wall with such an item. I was shocked and that day I decided it's his.
However I did not anticipate the emotions involved in baring your soul on canvas and then deeming it a Good gift. I felt horrible. Again not because the paint was leaving but because I felt I was assuming someone else would want it. Even with the compliment I still disbelieved.
Now it is in his hands. I am happy it has gone on to someone to enjoy but I still feel this pang (or should I say Tang) itching my ass.
Did I look a fool. Could I really be an artist? My fear is real but my thoughts know better.
So Digi, thank you for being my first. You took my artistic flower and made me appreciate my work in a different way. From someone else’s eyes.