In many ways, I cannot be counted as a “successful artist”, especially if money is used as the measure of my success. Even at the height of my art career, selling x 4 paintings per month, I still had to fund my art career through teaching.
I am not famous. Although I love it when I walk into a gallery and the art curator knows who I am. It doesn’t really happen that often, but it is still nice to hear.
So what is the “true value” of my artwork, my presence in this world?
The regard that something is held to deserve; the importance, worth, or usefulness of something. Principles or standards of behavior; one’s judgement of what is important in life.Dictionary
Who determines my and your value? This world sometimes leaves us feeling kicked, empty, and wondering if it’s all worth it—or if we are worth it.
So…what really matters?
My art have given me solace in times of trouble, an outlet of sharing the good and the bad, and much joy. The joy of sharing my experiences and feelings, the life lessons learned through a hard and sometimes bitter life. What they do for others is important, yet ultimately secondary effect. My words, my actions, my compassion, my life lessons, my experience have given me a place in the world. The size of the return doesn’t matter.
My work has given me a voice in the world. A voice I choose to use for good. A voice that that attempts to brings life and hope and good into the lives of others.
The past 6 months have been filled with anxiety for others, loss, exhaustion, and sometimes despair. But even in the darkest times there has been a restful voice, a bigger hand holding mine. Sometimes I felt as if I have been drowning in the shadows, yet that small voice have saved me many times over. It has given me guidance when fear have tried to push me into the deepest dungeon. It has held me when my tears overflowed. It continues to hold me now.
But still, I rejoice in being able to share my knowledge and life lessons, in my new revamped studio. Hope is never lost. Hold on and don’t let go…stay.
All I can offer is myself, with my art, the work of my heart.
I can share my stories, my hope, my stumbles and falls and hope that someone, somewhere, will need to ‘see‘ or ‘hear‘ what they need to at their moment of need.
I cannot change the world, I cannot make it better…I am not God. But, I can share the hope that I have in me, a hope and a belief in something better than me. I can share my delight in color and texture and my desire for life more abundantly. I can share the messages downloaded into my heart in the hope that it will touch and bring a flame of life and fire into someone else’s darkness. I have been in the pit of despair, I know how that feels. But I also know that life is good, life is worth living. Every breath is a blessing and another moment to change yourself.
We cannot change the world. We can only change ourselves and influence those in our immediate atmosphere, by who we are or what we reflect in our works.
Every thing that is done in the world is done by hopeMartin Luther.