and you call UNCLE.
Today…I started out well…a walk, which was needed and then some errand running…and then…I had an…epiphany….or an enlightenment…or SOMETHING…anyhow, something happened in my mind. I call it a light bulb moment but it was more like a “fuck it” moment. I am 57 years old. I have moved several times. I had carried so much “stuff” with me each time…today…it felt different for some reason. I don’t know if I was angry or what it was but….all the boxes that I have packed with art I have created and canvases that I had prepped for reuse….I pulled it all out and put it down by the road. I thought to myself…Pam…why are you bringing this with you to Wyoming? You have not had a proper art room for decades… why do you keep the hope that you will get one once you move to Wyoming? It could be another decade before you have your own space. It isn’t that you don’t deserve your own space..it is more like…it isn’t important to anyone but yourself. So…I took everything out to the road. I put a “FREE” sign up and…slowly…things disappeared. Some people actually walked up the driveway to give me money…not much…really didn’t cover the materials but….it said something about themselves. It said: I value the passion someone put into something, whereas, if you put something out here by the road that you can buy any old place and put a free sign on it…well, I am willing to pay “free” for it….but art…you put some heart into it. This really helped with my view on humanity and how far we have fallen from where we need to be…there is still hope for us….people still value people’s passion…and this means so much to me.

It makes me sad how much money I have spent on my art but now…I don’t have the weight of it dragging me back from the next path in my life. Letting go of this art has made me think about art supplies…I guess those will be on the butcher block next….