I've had a good day of painting today. A good
year of painting. I figured I have done, in a year's time, 259 paintings. Two of which I gave as gifts and one that I painted over. It's also been a classic "be careful what you wish for" year. All I can say is, the timing was right, for me, and that's everything. If it's not possible for you to paint every day or even half the week - it will be someday. I spend my entire 20's and 30's working 7 days a week. I never imagined that I would, one day, make a living as a painter. And here I am. The timing was right and I was more than ready.
So I guess what I've learned most, especially this year, is that if you're not quite where you want to be, dream to be, it takes a lot of unnoticed steps, some luck and an intense amount of dedication to get there - but it's possible.
It's time for me to clean up and get ready to shoot off some fireworks and bang those pots and pans at midnight. And wish for the impossible. Happy New Year my friends.