I CAN'T JUST GIVE IT AWAY

There are times I put hours and hours into a piece of work , touching the canvas with ever so delicate care to not over do or under do the task of creating life with color. It is my creation, my vision, my imagination, desires, emotions and thoughts transferred through my hand onto paper, canvas, or perhaps sculpted. Perhaps a mystical moon lined with silver glitter that reflects through the foggy tree line of weeping willows. A beautiful perception of the essence of a woman, the joy from childhood of Halloween adventures. Tumultous or wispy clouds that become visable by the light of the Moon. My neck and back hurt sometimes with cramps that stop me from receiving the energy flow nessesary for purity and essence to be captured. I nuture a relationship with each piece of art I produce. To touch the canvas and actually rub life into the illusions and personalities to prevoke the veiwer into emotional reaction from the viewer is a task of the heart. These are the loving and painful pieces of myself that the bargan hunter makes me an offer of twenty five or thirty dollars for that part of me I have so imparted to the canvas as part of my contribution to the Universe and to you the veiwer to enjoy. It is a part of me, created from the soul. I take great pride in my works of art and for those of you who appreciate my efforts, THANK YOU.