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und too late schmart. If you are lucky, each new day will bring for you a deeper understanding of life and its many rich perplexities. Even those over used cliches can all of a sudden start to feel like an epiphany. And it seems the older that I get, the smarter my parents become.

I do believe that I have peeled away another layer of insight regarding that cliched Starving Artist expression. I can vividly still recall the sale of my first artwork when I was 14 years of age. Apparently, I was into tole painting and antiquing at the time. Not much has changed, I always seem to have an obsession du jour. Anyways, my mom had picked up these tin cups from the Williamsburg Pottery Outlet in Virginia. I think they were the ones that were really supposed to be used for dipping fresh milk out of pales. Since we had no cows at the moment, yep you guessed it, I antiqued and then painted them instead with tole designs.

I recall my amazement when a woman bought one for a dollar. Applying the rule of 72 (divide the interest rate into 72 and that's how many years it will take for your money to double), I figure I have about $8.47 in my IRA right about now.

So, for me, it is obviously more about the thrill I experience every time someone actually wishes to acquire my art. It sustains me in ways that can not be purchased. But just to be on the safe side, I think I shall keep my day job.

These are photos of the front, back, bottom, and one side of a canvas handbag that I painted. I am always filled with anxiety when presenting a work but I hope that its new owner is pleased. I am however, quite confident that it is an original and one of a kind!
Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful. ~Buddha