I woke this morning to an email informing me that the “call” I was on this afternoon was cancelled. That is theatre speak for, “You thought you had paid work today, but turns out you don’t.” This resulted in a number of overlapping responses; can I sleep in? What am I forgetting? What would I have been planning had I not been expecting to work this afternoon? Does this mean I could paint this afternoon?
Then, the next wave; Will I need to recoup the income? Will this effect my art budget? I really wanted to buy that strange sculpture this month at Gallery Hop and the 4 hours of work was going to put me 4.00 closer to buying it.
To that I say, “Don’t you?”
Several years ago, we bought a house. Not long after, we went to breakfast. It was a special occurrence in those days of “just bought a house and we have uncertain income as freelancers”. It was at breakfast that we saw it. The first painting we would purchase as a couple. It was a big decision the sale price was equal to 15% of our monthly budget. Spread over the course of a year, however, it would be less than we were spending on coffee.
So, over breakfast, it was decided. Art should be in our budget. It has been ever since.
That painting, by Liz Simmons, hangs in our den. Liz is still painting, and still works at a restaurant, like so many artists.
Oh, and she recently bought the house we rented while I was in grad school at UNCSA.
To see her painting, you’ll need to read my next post.
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