Proselytizing

A favorite mantra of mine is "que sera, sera". While these words preach a certain degree of tolerance, admittedly, I am beginning to feel a bit hypocritical. Apparently, I am quite intent upon proselytizing, insistent upon getting a paintbrush into every one's hand and firmly believing that this will solve all of their ills. As far back as I can remember, coloring or painting made the world momentarily seem to be a better place.

I am now well over the coloring book era and way beyond the legal drinking age in most states but I had to giggle when a friend of mine asked "what are you dreaming up now?" Currently, I am organizing arts and crafts for an estimated crowd of about 1,000 people. Typically, organizing an event like this would put me right on the edge of that proverbial precipice. However, it keeps me from paying attention to those things to which I probably really should be paying attention. But alas, I think that is the magic.


I am amazed at a few simple facts that the Art History Books tell us about Vincent van Gogh. He did not start painting until he was 27 years of age and he died only 10 years later. He never sold a painting in his lifetime. His painting of the Irises sold in 1987 for 54 million dollars and his 1890 painting of Dr. Paul Gachet sold in 1990 for 82.5 million dollars.