Damon stood over a blank canvas laying on the paint-splattered tarp on the floor. Barefoot, flecks of paint speckled the tops of his feet. He liked to paint this way with the canvas lying on the floor. When he painted this way he could move around the large canvas freely approaching it from every angle. He originally got the idea when he saw a documentary about Jackson Pollock. Damon was admittedly no Jackson Pollock; he never claimed to be. He wasn’t overly sensitive about his art because he knew that kind of sensitivity could ruin his business. He knew his weaknesses and was willing to admit them freely.
The bulk of his work came from commissions, but he always made sure he had enough time to do the work he loved, painting his dreams and not someone else’s.
He worked in silence. The still air made room for his thoughts. This was his time to organize his mind.
Damon had been trying to build his art career for two years when he finally realized that he wasn’t really treating it like the business he wanted it to be. Failure was never an option for him, so he started looking online for classes about business. In his mind ideas were constantly churning as he tried to figure out how these classes could relate to his art. He made a lot of mistakes back then, charging too little, trying to make art that didn’t come naturally to him, trying to sell to the wrong people. He had to make these mistakes to figure out what would work for him, so he never beat himself up about it. Then one day it all clicked. He decided to start partnering with local businesses, and his career began to take off. He was just a cocky nineteen-year-old kid back then, too naïve to be nervous. He loved what he painted so much that it was difficult for him to imagine that anyone else wouldn’t. Eventually, his confidence and determination paid off. At twenty-nine, Damon made enough money as an artist to own a house in one of the nicest neighborhoods in town. [Read more…]