Blood, Sweat, and Tears.

Morning, Fam…

So, this piece’s called Blood, Sweat, and Tears.  There’s two versions, it means so much to me: one acrylic, the other, colored pencils, both on canvas.

The significance is that anything worth doing, put everything you have into it as opposed to phoning it in.

I guess that’d be called a passion.

Obviously, when I thought of that piece, I was deep into my art, which I still love doing.  Granted, it’s hard for me since I don’t stand over whatever I’m painting.  I’ve got to turn, prop up, stretch, and stretch some more to get a piece done…it doesn’t come easy the bigger I go, which I’ve done 5’x4’…blood, sweat, and tears.

I’ve said it before, yeah, we’ve got our crip limitations, but we’ve also got the limitations we put on ourselves out of the “what ifs.”  I’m not leaving you able-bodied brothers and sisters, you put your own limitations on…I’ve heard.

I’ve also said this before, but it’s worth mentioning again.  If you really want to do it, you will, nobody will hold you back.  It’s figuring out what works for you whether it’s adaptive aids or modifications like me propping those huge canvases against the counter and turning them as I needed to reach a space.  I found my hands worked better than trying to maneuver a brush.

I’ve told you guys, as I am now, I type one fingered, but I get the job done typing 20-25, sometimes 30 words/minute.  That’s how The Moreau Family Diary and The Friendly Giant stories as well as Joey’s Howl were done.  Now, we just have to find a publisher to bite.

Blood, sweat, and tears.

Be good to each other.

-J-