So no sale. Felt awkward, stupid. Ah, what the hell. Its not like I can stop painting. And what if my work is no good? Does that mean I must not do it? Do I even have a choice? 
So tomorrow I am showing a few of my paintings to a person at a nearby hospital. She may be interested in buying this one, maybe a few others. I am anxious. That is an understatement. I am terrified and if I could not go I would. It is an ordeal to show my work to anyone much less someone who will be judging it. 
This is Thor Moen, a sweet young man who lived in our building with his girlfriend Lisa Cleal, a talented illustrator (www.lisamaycleal.com). Before they moved to Montreal I took some photographs of them and used them to do some drawing/paintings. If they had stayed longer I would have loved to have them pose for me.
