Chickens hatching!

Its Monday and I'm rested and have energy. Rare! The piece above is "Azul" and was sold and COLLECTED yesterday...and I hope somehow,some way my Troll gets this information. While they were wasting time typing hateful things someone was digging my paint vibes and paying me for it. HAIR TOSS! 😂
I also got a message from a potential collector about this baby:

"Little Mysteries" has been with me awhile and I would love to see it collected. However I don't count my chickens before they hatch. Many times people have told me they were going to collect something and just went quiet. I don't harass people for a sale so I just let it be-chalking it up to people just like to talk about things they never do. It's just taught me to believe no words-only the payment.
Believe me I learned the hard way- thinking I had a sale or a project and feeling like it was ok to spend money on more supplies or something and then no sale... or someone took my project away. And I'm in the negatives...so yeah we don't believe stuff anymore.
I have to ship off the painting to its collector, finish up a design project and hit the paint. Looking forward to creating in the studio and tackling work.
Hope everyone has a great productive week and that your chickens do hatch so you can count them. 🐔

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