So far this year, I’ve sold only three paintings. Just three.
But each one has found its way into someone’s life carrying a story deeper than I could ever have imagined when I painted it.
Stories like yours remind me that perhaps the true value of a painting cannot be measured by how many are sold, but by what happens when one of them finds the person it was meant to reach.
Three paintings may not be many. But if they can touch someone’s heart, awaken a memory, or become part of a story so deeply personal, then perhaps that is already something extraordinary.
Sometimes, quality truly means more than quantity. And sometimes, one painting is enough to remind you why you keep painting.
Thank you for reminding me of that. ❤️
