Day 42: Retrospectively

It isn't technically day 42 today, but last night I was at my show for the downtown LA Art Walk all night, and then I was at a pity party (that I threw myself) until dawn. The reason for my dejection is probably obvious. I sold nothing. It was exhilarating to watch people admire and take pictures of my paintings (What do they DO with them?!), but I made the mistake of haughtily believing that the cat was in the bag; that I would sell at least one painting. Not so much. Every other art walk that I've shown my work at I've sold at least one, if not several paintings. I'm sucking it up. The only thing that can prevent me from throwing in the towel and sending out my resume to companies looking for someone to do data entry is to pull myself up by my bootstraps, go for a run, and start the next painting.