August 13, 2009

It wasn't that bad.

Now that I see the light at the end of the tunnel, I'm kind of sad I didn't try and enjoy it more. It's a medium-large painting and seeing as I'm a painter, I really do enjoy waking up and going out to the studio to work on a painting that has a warm paycheck attached to it. My bank account appreciates it too.

Of course I still have the shipping and packing drama to look forward to. I so wish I had an assistant. You just don't know.

2 comments:

Carla said...

The pain wears off so fast, like it never happened. Yet the mula in the ole account maintains it's tangibility. that's so beautiful

M.A.H. said...

I know. I really really dragged my feet on this one because I broke my own code of flimsy ethics. On the other hand, I'm very happy I pulled it off.

It's over.

Nov 7, 2020. Tears of joy and relief. It's been unreal and I'm ready to get back to a sense of normalcy. The desert has been tough.