1-6 | Carpe Diem

It had been weeks since my interview with the gallery, weeks since I painted, weeks since I shaved.  I was feeling less than artistic or motivated. I didn’t want to live if this was living. I had literally lost everything. Sure, I had enough money left to survive for a little while and I could probably still sell my paintings to the consignment shop but it was a blow to hear that my paintings, pieces of me weren’t good enough for that gallery. Maybe I was just being too sensitive, after all City Hall commissioned me for ten of my paintings. It was just a huge hit to my ego. I didn’t even want my art in a gallery, I wanted to own my own gallery; something I could leave to my kids. I wanted kids. I wanted a legacy. I wanted more than just being content. It all boiled down to me not being happy. I wasn’t happy. I had nothing really and this was the time for me to have it all. This was my time to live. I decided to make a change starting now. First thing I needed to do was shower, shave and head out to buy some Summer clothes then, I needed to return Ainsley’s many phone calls.

1-5 | Brush On My Skin

I decided I needed to update my wardrobe so I went to the local clothing store and picked up a few things. If I was going to make a good impression on the art world and Ainsley, I needed some clothes that didn’t have paint on them. I went home checked the mail and prepared macaroni and cheese. It was almost time for Ainsley to arrive and I set out the bottle of wine with two glasses and paced the room nervously. I was nervous because I knew I was beginning to like Ainsley and I was also nervous to reveal my art to her because she was an artist and I was scared of what she would see in my work. The doorbell rang and I opened the door, there stood Ainsley looking like an angel from heaven and she had a child with her.