Published on November 16, 2010
It doesn’t matter how much I paint–
How many classes or workshops I teach
What exotic locations I teach them at
Or what fancy wancy folks are there to hang with.
There is always someone you see.
Someone I could dream of being like.
Someone I could spend my time chasing after–watching their every move.
Someone that seems to have it all sitting right there in the palm of their hand.
But there is no one like me.
And when I decide to paint like I do
teach what excites me
be where I’m needed most
and welcome those that resonate with my soul-
I put myself in a whole new category
Where that someone is simply who I am.
(the painting here was done as a portrait study…noone in particular)