Today I felt proud.
I hung some of my artwork in the elevator lobbies of The Sinclair building in downtown Buffalo.
My Stepdad was one of the developers of the project, turning an old millinery into modern apartments, and my Mom is the interior designer. I definitely had my ‘in,’ for which I’m grateful.
I painted these pieces during my visit from Australia last Summer (I’m a Buffalo native). Hours were spent in a makeshift studio in Mom’s basement while I happily painted-away Sunny afternoons. I produced these works and others- often creating duplicates because My Mom would fall in love with one, or two, or three, and hang them in her house. She was the client after all.
Twenty-five years since my first art lesson, this was my first big commission. Selling these paintings (even if the client was my own Mother) gave me the confidence boost I needed to start my own business when I got back home to Australia.
It’s been an incredible year and I’ve actually started earning an income and more importantly I’ve started feeling fulfilled because I’m following my dream.
I loved what I produced last Summer and I still do (a big deal because as a young artist I hated everything I touched). Now, with frames, these paintings actually look professional enough to hang in such a gorgeous building. #stoked #happydance
Want a sneak peek? I’m going to be teaching an abstract art workshop (or two) in this building on June 23rd, and if that fills up, another one on July 1st. If you are interested click here for event details.