Both my email and phone reminded me that art pick up for A Mountain by the Ocean, A Man and a Woman was this past Tuesday. I've been incredibly busy lately and my phone has become, more than ever, an external brain. I've been made fun of for years for setting timers to remind me to pick up children from school but when you have 3 at different schools with different schedules and an addled brain like mine, you need all the help you can get.
So, imagine my surprise when upon arrival I saw the little coveted red dot next to my painting. It sold! How fun this that? I'd no idea. No matter how many of my works I sell, I will never take someone liking my art enough to purchase it for granted. It is always a Sally Field moment. They like me, they really like me.
Of course, they could very well be buying it because they're so offended by its monstrosity that they want to charitably shield the eyes of the world from it by taking it off a gallery wall and later destroying it in a cleansing ritual. Hell, what do I know? In that case, I'm just thankful for the cold, hard cash.