Keep scrolling to read why the following photograph made me break into tears.
I phoned a friend, and was sobbing joyfully, because the photo showed me that Evangelina belonged in this wearable art. And I was sobbing because she had made the decision to buy it. And I was sobbing because the smile on Evangelina’s face was beautiful.
Those would have been reasons enough. But I continued to cry for an additional joy.
Backstory: I’d long ago embraced the lesson that it is good to earn your living doing what you love, but there’s always new layers of a lesson.
A typical artist, I find pricing my art challenging, particularly if a piece needs the high end of my prices.
This was the highest price I’d ever set on one of my paintings. The robe is hand-dyed, all hand-painted, and a one-of-a-kind work. I made it for its one unique buyer (though I did not know who it would be). This dress took immense time. End of backstory.
Evangelina’s purchase worked magic on me, helping me trust more than ever the propriety of earning my way with my art (that includes teaching shamanic classes, which I consider one of my art forms).
Then Evangelina’s photo caused an even newer layer of that lesson, causing the aforementioned additional joyful tears. Because one of the purposes of my work hit me more than ever: Here was this woman in all her beauty, and I had been given the privilege of adorning her. She is a goddess. I am crying again as I write this.
Look at the pride shining in Evangelina’s eyes. I got to adorn that healthy pride.
Evangelina’s photo will help me never again doubt that we should offer what we love as our profession.