Part of what is satisfying about painting for me is that I eventually part with my work. The idea of my paintings existing as an important part of another’s home is very comforting. Will it become an heirloom? Will it end up at a thrift store? Whatever the outcome, that is okay. They go on adventures without me.
I once had two paintings, my Slumber Party Sibyls, that lingered much too long with me. I wasn’t terribly happy with them, but also couldn’t make myself throw them away.
As a solution, one summer night I walked them to downtown Asheville and hung them from a tree in Pritchard Park.
And one of my paintings resting peacefully amongst other artwork in the home of Carl Medley, another creative artist.