Art

Maybe it's the slight hangover from last night's beer and video-games,

It might be the delirium from drinking 1 1/2 pots of coffee,

It may even be attributed to the 4 cookies and slice of cold, crusty pizza I had for breakfast,

But I'm insanely giddy over my first ever art sale. My piece sold for hundreds of dollars!

3 hundreds and 25 dollars to be specific.

Yes, today I learned how the Art Auction went that I skipped out on. I received a letter at work from the local charity it was for. This is the chair I donated:

I toiled, screamed, lost sleep, and generally procrastinated over trying to finish this chair. But in the end, it turned out pretty well. Although I'd say it was only about 85% done, and I wish I'd have had just one more day to dedicate to painting it, I'm a little proud of it. Looking back there's about dozen things I would change. But it's in the past now, it was a learning experience, and I'll move on to bigger and better things.

But most of all, I'm really proud that it went for $325 bucks. I'm a nobody artist, a complete newcomer and amateur, and this was quite literally my 8^th or 9^th in my entire life. Looking through the pamphlet of some of the other pieces I'm pretty honored to have even been in the same auction. So going over $300 is a decent accomplishment, especially when I was going to bring a $40 cheque just in case nobody bid on it.

The first thing I did when I found out about it was rush into the office and excitedly exclaim to Grant Berg (who is himself a very talented artist, be sure to take a look at his work here) how much my chair sold for.

Then I started flipping through the book of all the art and took a closer look at my listing.

They spelt my name wrong, and they put down the wrong business that I was representing/where I work. Which is quite funny because I signed the chair, sent mail and emails with my name spelt my name right, and put a Big Country XX 93.1 sticker on it, just to make it abundantly clear who I was working for, and who I was representing.

I even remember when I dropped the thing off that I said who I was and where I was from.

Oh well, it'll be a funny story to tell in years to come.