A year of Poverty, Painting and Food: Twelve years in catering over, my aim is to paint full time. Stu, my other half, is stuck as a chef feeding the x-thousand over an Edinburgh winter. His cooking tips and budgeting are propelling us through the year on a tenner a day, while I paint.. No comparison to Pablo's talent; I have just named my blog after the Paris studio where he suffered the twin purgatory of poverty and artistic ambition on the cusp.. I am emerging!

Monday, 17 January 2011

Fast runs the sand

Blatant theft of quote from someone else via someone else; each more eloquant than I will ever be but that is why I am borrowing their words.
''We are now faced with the fact, my friends, that tomorrow is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now. In this unfolding conundrum of life and history, there is such a thing as being too late. Procrastination is still the thief of time. Life often leaves us standing bare, naked and dejected with a lost opportunity. The tide in the affairs of men does not remain at flood..it ebbs. We may cry out desperately for time to pause in her passage, but time is adamant to every plea and rushes on. Over the bleached bones and jumbled residues of numerous civilisations are written the pathetic words, 'Too late'.'' Martin Luther King

This is what I want to say to everyone who is casting doubt on what I am trying to do and misunderstanding my need to put all I can into my art work, my business and my life. To the person yesterday who had me tearing my hair out with their negativity in the face of my optimism; their lack of faith. I may fail, fail again and fail again, but after that, I may succeed.
Without the failing, there will be no success, as there will be no trying.

Took my paintings in to the SSA show submission today; I have never been chosen to exhibit. I nearly didn't submit this year but a little voice reminded me of the above. Facts, not invention.

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