Goodbye Morgan

I thought about my Dad today. He was an artist and painted many oil paintings and sold many as well. I wondered if it was ever hard for him to part with some of his work...if he ever had regrets or felt a little bit of loss or sadness after all the planning and hard work. After today, I decided that he probably did but isn't there more joy knowing there is someone out there who actually wants something that you have created? Today was our annual library fair in town and along with the 15,000 books for sale there was also a silent art auction and about 100 items were donated to benefit the library. I decided to donate "Morgan", one of my first graphite drawings. I really enjoyed drawing him, as black people have the most wonderful shadings to their faces. I got quite "attached" to him but thought maybe someone else would like to have him. There were actually five bidders for him. He didn't go for much money but I learned today that creating has nothing to do with money. Morgan, I hope you're hanging out with a good crowd.