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Beautiful! You have such a way with colours! Oh, I love it! You could paint a pile of vomit into an amazing master piece!

Thanks for sharing your story, eh! I recently gave up the full time gig too, because it was making me ill. At the same time, my voice teacher gave it up too!

You are my inspiration! Your blog means so much to me. Thank you for sharing this story. It is so helpful to know a brilliant artist like you could have at one point been trapped in mind-numbing meetings and to hear how you escaped their clutches.

You have a way of warping space that is endlessly fascinating ... the shadings of emotion and eroticism that permeate your works. That painting is amazing and thank you SO much for sharing the studies that preceded it. You are my favorite artist, 14. Too bad the art world is so fucked up now. thank God for blogs, yours in particular. Oh, and icanhascheezburger.com ...
love you!

GReat story and a great progression...I really love and appreciate the evolution, thanks for sharing that....and yourself of couse

xoxo
L

Wow! What an incredible post and story. I'd tell you the circumstances that lead to my departure but they are gross.

Enjoyed both sets of posts today! ;-)

I love it. What a gorgeous piece it turned into. You're the one thing that is currently preventing the art world from being a big snotty shit-stained Hermes scarf. Thank you for this.

Incredible! back to accruals and revenue .... sigh ....

Gorgeous!

They look like superheroes that you conjured up to save yourself.

Great end result...and hearing how the process set your imagination on fire! Is the painting for sale?

Dear 14;

I share your analysis on the art of selling. I set up an outside sales route for an excellent pastry maker.He learned the secrets from a Belgin master and the pastries were probably worse on the heart vales than a two pack a day cigarette habit, but that didn't matter, the shop was full of people every day. I ate the extra samples as I drove and I gained pant sizes from the first day.
There was a coffee shop with the bakery and one day I was behind the counter when a rather large woman sort of sneaked in, trying to hide from her conscience. When she asked me what the brownies tasted like I did what you do: I looked directly her into the eye and said "It tastes like love." It was the secret password, I had spoken her inner truth, ruthlessly.
I love both sites.
Thank you,
Parker Worth

gorgeous painting, excellent choice :)

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