I went to the Redwood Art Association today to pick up my two pieces I’d submitted for this last month’s show.
I got there, and one of them had sold.
I was floored. This is the fourth time I’ve sold a piece through that member-run gallery. Each time I have to pinch myself to remind me that it’s real, that something that came from my heart and my hand actually connected with someone so much that they bought my work.
It’s a heady, thrilling, validating experience. It ensures me that I’m on the right path.