Like birds in flight
(work in process)
Acrylic on watercolour paper
10.6 x 13.8 inches
Barbara Muir © 2015
What? There used to be a woman who lived
down the road from our school house in
Nova Scotia, who raised chickens and sold
eggs. She didn't sell them every day, but
once in a while, and they were a tremendous
treat. That lady was so proud of her chickens.
She knew everything about the breeds of her
chickens, and why they gave such good eggs
-- it was a pleasure to hear her talk about them.
Plus the birds were beautiful and her rooster
woke us up every morning.
So I was wondering tonight how we can know
that people raising livestock for sale, or
vegetables, or sewing quilts, are proud of
the artistry of their work, and want to sell it,
and why people don't make the same connection
with artists. We are supposed to be like some
strange cult who love to make things so much,
that that's what we do.
But here's a secret. We also want to sell that work.
Not all of us. There are hoarders, and people
who are too shy to put it out on someone else's
walls, and people who just make art for fun.
But the majority of us I'd go so far as to
say, want to do the work, and like egg lady, or
the health food store lady who took over
egg lady's property, and was infinitely
knowledgeable about herbs -- we want to
sell the work we're passionate about.
If anything strikes your fancy, you can
contact me at the email address above.
And for you my wonderful blog
audience -- no pressure. I'm not
going anywhere (well New York, and
maybe Paris, but I am still here). I say
this small piece in support of all the
artists on my blog list -- and all of them
need to eat.
Have a buying-your-eggs-from-an-egg-person day.
