It was an epic day. I did sell my first painting, practically still wet.
Torn between pure terror of letting it go and of the possibility to succeed describe the emotions which followed this surprising event.
The biggest doubt about being an artist has not disappeared, it seems to be reversed. It grew stronger, fueled by the inner voices who now have the argument “so what, you sold one pice, do you really think this will continue?” …
When will it be enough, when do we start to belief we can do it? Or when do we start to do it, no matter if we belief in it or not?
who said elephants can't fly? 