I have a job. It’s not a 40-hour a week, every week job, though. I’m a freelancer. What that means is I work when there’s work to be done. Like everyone else, I don’t get paid unless I work. The tough part is that work is not guaranteed. That leaves time for painting…and yard work. I hate yard work.
I try to find the time to paint whenever I have the opportunity. However, just because you have time, doesn’t mean you have ideas. I find that’s my biggest problem. I can have all the time in the world, yet ideas won’t come to me. What happens then? Well, I paint a solid color on a canvas. Usually, it’s a shade of blue. Then I wait. And wait. Sometimes I add a texture. Other times, I just stare at the canvas and wait some more.
I don’t know how full-time artists do it. Maybe it’s because it’s their only source of income…their life…their passion. It has to be. I have no other explanation…except that they usually sell their art for a WHOLE lot more than I could ever imagine selling one of my paintings for.
Do I wish I could paint full-time? Of course I do. I just lack the confidence. No matter how many times someone tells me they love my work, I’m still afraid…just plain scared. Maybe if someone is willing to pay big money for one of my pieces, I’ll gain that confidence to do it full-time. For now…I’ll just wait.