This Page, above, You Otter be Kidding Me, acrylic, 48” x 48”
I never imagined people wanting my paintings; I was painting for me and for fun. But I became a hoarder. People started wanting to buy my art which should have been great, but I remember the day I sold my best piece. I was devastated. What if I never made another good painting?
It was scary and something I knew I had to get over as I now had about 30, four-foot
paintings lined up in my guest room that had never been seen. As the years went on selling my originals became easier, sometimes I will still delay a sale until I am ready to let go.