Hunter the Artist
I've spent the last couple of years trying to teach myself to paint above average abstracts…I'm not sure that I've succeeded, but I know I'm much better than I was a few years ago when I devoted eight months to an effort to paint abstracts only to conclude that they were not up to my self-imposed standards and stacked them up in the garage and got on with mostly painting cute animals.
My second effort began a couple of years ago were much more satisfying. I actually painted one hundred 11x14s before moving on to larger works. In the middle of all this, I had various health problems including a heart attack. I'm still trying to finish the project, but, frankly, it's a struggle.
However, at this point in my life, it is not terribly important to me that I finish the project or have a show. I'm now back where I began: painting for my own satisfaction. I began my painting adventure with the thought that I wanted to see how good I could become. My venture into selling my art was an accident. I had fun dealing with gallery owners and the public, but it was only a small part of the adventure for me. The “doing” was the major portion.
Still, I hope to have a show of my abstracts before I pass on…not because I want or need the money---because I would like to see them hanging on walls instead of on my easel or stacked against walls.
Hunter’s abstracts will probably sell for exorbitant amounts of cash. Bless his heart. I almost wish that I could work up a little jealousy of Biden’s efforts. I can’t: he’s Hunter Biden. Enough said.
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