The past month I was successful in selling a few of my works to raise funds for my moms medical needs. Because I needed money fast, I locally sold selected 2014 works for Php 1000.00 (Philippine Peso, equivalent to around $25). I also sold some works at their regular prices and they are now in Malaysia and Italy. I'm very thankful for the help I received on Facebook, I barely have 150 friends and they simply shared my post and it reached a lot of people. I did have a few bad experiences in the process, some people do not understand that watercolor is done mainly on paper and rarely on canvas. Some people complain that it was too expensive, which made my heart terribly sink. To own an original painting at the price of a whole, let's say Yellowcab or Sbarro, pizza and not appreciate it's uniqueness and the days it took to make such work. *sigh* I did wish I was damn rich so I won't have to sell off my works. After the sixth person who inquired but only messed around with me, I deleted my post. I already earned what I needed. I did have a few extra amounts to buy the papers I needed. But the whole process made me so sad.
Everytime I went to the courier service (a DHL partner) my heart sinks. I carefully pack each painting: using clean sheets of paper so they won't stain one another, having a board behind the pack so no one would be able to fold even at the corners, and I still use colorful tissue wrap even if it'll be in an envelope. I also add a small note to personally thank the person who was so kind to take an interest in my work and buy it. It was a personal touch, the smallest thing I could do to express gratitude.
It's nearing the middle of the year and I am sure I won't be able to go back to school anymore, and finish my thesis. I've done my crying over that. I must find a real job real soon, or else by (maybe) next year, we'd really go hungry because my mom's office is (until now) not even making a move for her medical insurance and social security benefits.
I do hope when I sell my works again, someone would take interest. It's the only way I am able to continue my craft and at the same time provide for what we need at home. Sometimes I wish I had a brother or sister to help me out and not feel as if every single responsibility is on my shoulders. My birthday is nearing and the pressure to be more 'adult-like' and 'mature' is so heavy. I guess that's why some adults rarely smile, because when you think about life - if you smile you are one lucky soul, but if you have a blank face it means you are experiencing life to the fullest.