A dad, one day, has to see his son grow up and fly out of the nest. He knows that the time has come and he trusts that he did the best he could with the boy; He remembers moments together, the first day of school, the joys, the worries, watching him grow. He trusts that what he taught him, he carries with him and is happy to see it grow, although he cannot help but remember moments together and knows that the past has passed.
It’s 11:55 a.m. I wait for Joel with my work. I know it won’t take long, because it always arrives on time. That’s how it is. He has told me not to worry if I have things to do, that he can take the work to the client. I thank you, but I like to participate in the process, travel, get to know your new home, share impressions and accompany my work until the last moment; Say goodbye, show what you’re worth, see you forever.
On my return, I keep within me what she has given me, the moments I experienced, sleepless nights, joys, inner struggle with the process, satisfaction for being myself and expressing who I am.
Perhaps that is why the time has come to say goodbye to her, not so much because she is ready to give herself to others, but because she has already taught me what I had to learn.
Selling a work is also seeing a child leave. Joy and nostalgia intermingle and fight, without knowing, at times, which one dominates. Little by little, the enormous satisfaction of helping others enjoy my work emerges, of knowing that their destiny is not me, that they have become great and must fly.
I return to my studio and already think about new works and projects. Let’s enjoy the trip -I tell myself-, the destination is the least important thing. It’s a happy day.
Some artists have mixed feelings about selling a work of art; For others, it is enormously satisfying. And how do you feel?
