I awoke early in the Florida Panhandle, in one of those roadtels you stop in only long enough to sleep. I lazed my way through Alabama and Mississippi. I breakfasted in Louisiana and then snacked my way to Austin, Texas this evening.
I’m on the second of two back-to-back art trips. This one is substantially longer than the one to the northeast last week.
(I’d provide a link to some of the posts from on the road, but hey, you can skip down this page and read those posts after this one. This HomeStream page always displays the latest ten posts.)
One of my favorite aspects of these journeys is getting to meet the artists and those who surround them, their support teams.
Last week, in Vermont, I caught up with an artist we’ve exhibited for a couple of years. It was a farewell meeting — we haven’t been selling enough of her work to continue for the immediate future.
But don’t cry for us or her. She’s selling spectacularly well these days . . . and so are we. This very week, in fact. And we’re poised to do far better when a new restaurant opens next door later this month.
Here’s what I want to share with you about the Vermonters. You’ll appreciate the power of belief in this story.
The artist and her now husband met a few years back. When they moved in together it was hard going financially.
As she put it, “We had no money. But he believed in me. More than I did myself. He insisted that I work full time at my art . . . “
She’d already been painting for well over a decade, with little result. It was beyond a stretch of the imagination to think it would all gel now.
Yet here she is now, several years later, and she can’t keep up her work is selling so well. Her husband quit his job to manage her career. He believed in her so much it propelled them to success beyond even their own dreams.
Doesn’t it make you wonder, who could you believe in that much?
For you —
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