has been commented on over and over again. If a viewer reacts to it, it is either to tilt his/her head to see if the painting is hung right side up, or it is an instant smile. Light in the eyes. Happiness just to see this painting. That makes me happy. And yet, the painting is once again hanging out in the lodge. I have shown this at at least six different art shows, but it is still homeless. It wins the prize for the painting that was almost sold.
Last night at the Market, one woman said, "If only the dog's coat were a little darker. Then it would look exactly like my dog." Another asked, "So, you have a lab? I have two. They do this all the time." Another, "Doesn't that look just like Jojo? If you painted a bluetick like this, you'd have sold it."
Art in all of its varied forms is intensely personal. While a painting or a poem may appeal to a wide audience, that audience may not "buy" it. Perhaps the color is wrong. Perhaps the words don't ring exactly true. The artist has to step back and look at the piece without being personal. I have to accept the fact that this painting of my beautiful Napoleon might be painted over. The story of his life does not apply to hanging a painting on a wall. A poem I write about people and places important to me might be deleted or left to molder in a pile of papers to later be thrown away.
Stephen King says that you must kill your darlings. Be willing to eliminate that which you have created in your writing to make the story more compelling, more effective. Good advice, I think, but I believe I'll hang on to this painting just a little longer.