A little hope is born and feeling proud that my very first submition for auctioning is soon considered.
I remember that afternoon entering the airport with mixed feelings, still hung with happy days and moments spent- and so with no peace to leaving, sametime bittered with sad news I’ve got few hours before taking the flight. Don’t know how, after finding a quiet corner and a free bench in that rushing hour I’ve started to sketching, as a need for sinking down my worrying thoughts, yet with a mental annoying buzz almost audible, consistent, like a visceral distressing noise all around me. I’ve had no power to finish my sketch then, packed the things back and soon forgoten my scribbling. After couple of days I have resumed the illustration. That lately turned into a new sort of work, so from just planned white ink sketching, now garmented with oil pastels.
Mixed emotions marks the art up and down. There are times that harvests trash art works. Then, what we do believe is ‘trash’, later watching from another angle and daring to keep it on, setting new ideas down, may revive what has been saved from the trash bin.
Now, nevermind whether these ‘hopes’ would be materialized in a little stack of money or will wreck totally in the way down of any-hopes-of-rewarding. The prize here is “to dare”. ” Recognition” equate iterative and perpetual work, plus creativy and inspiration, doubled with strong believe that you will make it happening.