for some odd reason i thought that i should clean out the scary art closet. the one that holds all of the artwork that i tried to sell once. and art that i tried to sell more than once but not in the right place.
some of it is just not good- as in someone might buy it (and goddess bless 'em if they do and i'm glad for the joy it will bring them), but really? some of it IS good and i don't know why i still own it. and then there's the stuff i just don't know about.
i haven't painted in a long damn time. and still lifes scare me. cuz it involves drawing and being still. but i did the three below, showed them, then put 'em in the closet. so when i was cleaning today and found them i hauled 'em out and thought- they aren't so scary. but i could be wrong.....
i remember being so excited that i painted metal that looked like metal.
i think about how militant i get with the other folks in the gallery and i wonder if this work of mine is good enough to hang there (as in at the standard i would like to see). hard to know about your own work. and we all slide stuff. or get emotionally involved one way or t'other.