As I inch closer, day by day to my final day under the umbrella of "security" of working for the corporation, working for the establishment, working for the Institution known as "The Bank", I feel nervous. Am I a good enough artist to survive? What about all the other artists out there trying to make it work? What happens if I don't sell enough? What if the string of success I have enjoyed over the past year and a half comes to a screeching stop? What if demand for my art dries up completely?
Am I a fool for not taking advantage of the Firms offers to assist me in finding another job? Will I regret not having taken advantage of HR's hand of help to "relocate"?
I am struggling with these questions today.
I know the life of an artist can be hard. I am comforted by my almost two years of steady growth in paintings as well as sales of those paintings, and I am comforted by my incredibe hunger to paint yet another painting. I feel I have no choice but to try this.
It's my Ferrarri Moment.
The Ferrarri Moment in my life came about by my inablility to grab the opportunity and run with it regardless of the consequences. The constant fear of failure. When I was 23 years old I worked in a photography equipment store. There was a customer who came every Thursday in her Red Ferrarri. She knew I loved Ferrarri's and one day she set her keys up on the counter and said "Go for it!"
I took the keys, I climbed into her car, I turned it on and then I just sat there. Couldn't bring myself to drive this intimidatingly expensive sports car. She came out and asked me if I was going to drive it and I handed her the keys and said no, but thanks anyway.
I never forgave myself for that moment. I promised myself that if I ever had a moment like that again that I would take the opportunity. I called it once and for all my "Ferrarri Moment.
Today I am staring at the biggest Ferrarri moment of my life. Do I stay in Corp. life or do I follow my instincts and inner desires and go after my life long dream?
I choose to "Go for it"!
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The Artists Journey
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This sketch above became this finished painting below
The Pine Tree Painter.
How did I become known as the Pine Tree Painter? You could say I paint a lot of Pine Trees, that would be true. I paint a lot of other things too, but Pine Trees, Spruce Trees, Birch and others seem to be a continuous string in what i do. I just like the way they stand there like a custodian of the land. or a greeter to nature. So, I continue down the path with the Pine Tree Painter name on my head, It's ok.