So in the month of January, I apparently decided I would like to experience an alternate reality known as the 30 Paintings in 30 Days Challenge. What this challenge does – other than hoist up one’s skills like a sail in the wind – is convert the month of January into a blur of canvases, paint, glaze, takeout, lost sleep, lost socks, neglected correspondence, red licorice, strange dreams, missed calls, inappropriate weeping, totally appropriate joy, and massive growth. Frozen, the blur looks like this:
Those are my 30 paintings, my month of days, my life.
For the last two weeks, I have mustered up a Living with Art project, but this week finds me threadbare and red from the cold. Here’s what I’ve got.
If you’re living with the art that you create – the canvases that you paint – stack your canvases with sheets of parchment paper in between them. They won’t stick together, and you will have no worries if they don’t sell for a couple of months. Or a year. Either way, don’t panic. Sometimes art takes time to find its audience.