What a Difference A Day Makes

Work in progress is growing...
The Buddha painting was all I did yesterday-and made quite a bit of progress on it. The collector who is getting it seems pleased 🌞 Yesterday was one of those strange days where luck (or whatever you call it) shifted into my favor. I had no sooner bemoaned the fact that I was very short on rent when a series of beautiful things happened. One was a project approval which will mean a check. The other was the first downpayment on a big mural job I'm doing in Idaho this April. It's officially official now and I can't wait to meet, hang out with and create a beautiful ceiling for my friend in Idaho. 🙌 Now begins the design phase on that. The other things were a series of record and gift card commissions which will have me busy but I need to be busy. After the Buddha painting I can knock those out. Also SXSW contacted me again and I might be in the mix for a new poster design this year. We shall see!
So...rent is saved and busy season has begun. January is usually a stinker but if you can survive it-it seems the other months play a little nicer.
Today I do a webinar for the new freelance platform I signed up with and my fellow artist and friend (and art collector) Allison Proulx is coming to collect her artwork! I hope I can collect one of hers one day- I adore her work.

Art by Allison Proulx

Art by me that Allison collected "Las Grutas"

Busy day but feeling the weight has been lifted off my shoulders is EVERYTHING right now. Stressing about rent 24/7 for a whole month is no fun- but it did kick me in the pants to rev up all the engines and find more engines and rev those too.
Have a great Tuesday- chin up...it just might turn around.

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