I hate to admit this, but I read my first blogs today. Wait a minute, that’s not quite true. A couple of years ago I read a blog by one of the former judges of the Mayor’s Art Show about her experience. Maybe I can blame her for my piece getting rejected because I paid close attention to what she had to say.

Under no circumstances is anyone to take what I say seriously.

Anyway, the artist’s blogs I read seemed to be of two varieties; selling stuff and telling personal stories while selling stuff. I would love to sell more of my work, but there are certain things I cannot do like cold-call galleries. I hope someday that my art will sell itself. Maybe that’s naïve in this technological age, but I don’t care. As Popeye says, “I am what I am and that’s all that I am.”

I also realize that blogs are therapy for a lot of people. They complain about aches and pains or talk about their boyfriends. I will be doing neither because I have very few aches and pains (I’m sure I’d be a big baby if I did) and I don’t have a boyfriend. So, I guess I will just be transmitting my thoughts and comments on what I read, see and experience. Or, maybe I will just go paint