Yesterday I felt discouraged with my art. Once again nothing seems to sell. My wands, (or do I call them fiddlesticks?) have not been the catalyst for my foray into successful gallery sales, as I dreamed they would. They have the components, a bit of the Sedona spirit, beauty. People who see them rave about them. But I have only sold two.
Having no energy for creating more art, when nothing is moving, anyway, I decided to take a day away from my studio. Perhaps I could focus on re-homing on re-homing some of these beautiful pieces. It could be an experiment in the power I believe they have.
"With all the beauty surrounding me here above the Verde Valley, how could I not create more beauty?"