It never matters much to an artist if there's any money made. Just expressed appreciation is enough to keep the work going.
I wish I still had it in me. I know it's there because I've made some stuff privately for myself and a few friends. But I still get no joy out of it.
Late at night, like it is now, was when I always had one of those *bang* ideas that would get me furiously working with all of my different digital tools. All of those *what ifs* going through my head until I had a whole set of somethings to share. Zipping the file at 3am when I should have been fast asleep. Excitedly putting together the post while waiting for the file to upload to box.net. And once I hit that *publish post* button the rush that my work was out there to be seen.
But no one ever said hello anymore. No one took the time to say one word anymore. I kept going, kept creating until one post from a woman, anonymous, in Gilbert, Arizona said that she didn't feel that she should say thank you. She felt that just her taking what she wanted should be thanks enough because that shows the appreciation. I guess in the same way that a shoplifter shows their appreciation to the store owner when the store gives away free coffee and donuts. And she comes in to take the whole box. Every day.
I wish I still had it in me, I miss creating and giving away. But it's gone. Stone dead. I really miss that rush I had when I hit that *publish post* button.
Credits: background paper by http://sweetblossomdesigns.blogspot.com/heart by Designs by Angelica E
puppy by Mamrotka
newspaper branch,lock,key,ticket stub by www.malacima.blogspot.com
spiral journal by NBK Scraps
paper frames, page tabs by Majortiggerscraps


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