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.
It doesn't matter how many hits my blog gets
How many readers click follow before leaving-
Or how many friends I stack up on Facebook.
It doesn't matter if Stampington thinks my blog is artful or not.
It doesn't matter if I show my Art work in a gallery in LA
a coffee shop in NYC
or the hallway leading up to my messy, dirty bathroom.
Truth is there is always going to be someone that beats me to the punch-
Who's been there-done that--and posted photos on twitpic immediately afterwards.
Who can paint better then me-bigger then me-more realistic-more abstract-and definitely more pretty too.
There's always going to be someone who sells more then me and
that someone who is always at the center of the hooplah I secretly wish I was at.
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)