Damon My old Dog.
Yesterday I had one of those days that leave me always feeling the same. Tired and with mixed feelings.
I thought the day was going very well until I discovered that the mount I had cut the day before was all the wrong size for the portrait I was going to mount up. So I thought I would at least get it off the printer, only to discover that I had run out of ink.
So a visit to two places that always leave me in a turmoil of emotions. The art store and the computer store. Both of those places set my Taoist thinking into turmoil and the emotion of desire takes over. I see pastels and paints of all those beautiful colours and find it very difficult not to purchase them.
I am like every artists friend I know, I have many things I have just had to have and have never used since. My most expensive being four boxes of special mixable markers I have yet to find a use for.
Then of course the computer store where there are all those gadgets.
Yesterday taoism won the day and I only purchased what I really needed.
I did have a nice conversation with a fellow artist and we laughed together about som of the funny things that happen with commissions, which every time I promise not to do again.
Let me share one such, I will tell you in the form of the conversations that took place.
Woman: Hello. You’re the one who draws animals, yes?
Me: Found me! So, what do you–?
Woman: Oh, good! Because I have something I want you to do for me.
She digs through her overfull handbag and hands me a printed photo of a taxidermy tree kangaroo. Ne
Me: Oh? Is this what you–?
Woman: Yes, yes. I went to the Museum and I love that animal. I was wanting to know if you could maybe go out of the way of what you regularly do?
I know it’s not a pet, but it’s still an animal…”
As odd as it sounds, hearing it’s a photo from a trip made it make a little more sense. We discuss pricing and what she wants. She’s adamant that the photo is what she wants, so I work from that, but I keep her updated throughout just to make sure I’m on the right track. When I am finished, I get in touch and let her see the finished artwork.
Me: “Something wrong?”
Woman: “Oh. No. Except…”
A long pause.
Woman: “It’s wrong. The wrong colour.”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Woman: “There’s another colour of tree kangaroo. I wanted the other colour.”
Me: “You gave me a photo to work from. You said that’s what you wanted.”
Woman: “Yes, well, that was the pose I wanted.”
Me: “You’ve been approving it every stage of the way.”
Woman: “But this is the wrong colour of tree kangaroo.”
Me: “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted a different colour?”
Woman: *sighing heavily* I figured it was obvious.”
Me: “I should have just… known?”
Woman: “You’re the artist. I thought you knew those things.”
We try our best but no matter how hard we try we do not always get it right. I have been working on a portrait as a birthday present that will be given tonight. I so hope my telepathy has been in tune and I have got it right!
Have a wonderful day.