Six Cranes is finally in the hands of its rightful owner. After months of transit delays due to the Pandemic it arrived in South Africa only to be stolen from the framers. After a visit by the boys with the blue lights, it miraculously reappeared. Couldn't make this up.
My client is finally able to enjoy the moment and I feel the same.
Now a tangent. It's been a crazy challenging few years, not just in art space but everywhere, I gave up smoking, started overeating again, S.F.D! (rude acronym) I had a really nice period last year of being fit and also producing lots of decent work and even exhibiting! But it's a neurological fact that even being in great shape loses its power of reward and eventually gets boring and quotidian, and in that headspace, chocolates, crisps and bottles of cremant become very exciting!
I've also become bogged down by one single new print that has consumed waaayyy too much time, Krakatoa. I also view this as evidence of a lumbering and inagile artistic workflow. I'm doing something about that!
So this what my four art years has taught me so far. There's a lot of talk about working towards end rewards, I'm beginning to learn that this may not be the best way forward.
The samurai Miyamoto Musashi said: 'It's in the training'. In other words, it's the act of making art, not the sale of the painting that will keep me going, yes yes money... but more training leads to better art, and better art, more commissions and sales.
In parallel, it's some sort of joy of having a daily discipline of eating healthily, and not the physical end results that is going to keep me on the right track, to being productive long enough to be the greatest artist I can be.
The guy who commissioned Six Cranes decided to trust my skills after I flatout told him I am going to be the greatest artist ever.
He also gets up at 5am every morning to cycle obscene distances. I have a feeling he already gets it, Miyamoto's words I mean.
I wish it didn't take me this long to learn this lesson.