Thanksgiving week and I am without inspiration or creative drive. I care because I think I should. My older sister and I will be sharing our version of Thanksgiving dinner; dinner cut of deli turkey, mashed potatoes, turkey gravy, cranberry sauce, sautéed French cut beans and apple pie.
I'm still fatigued, back to my day job; barely getting through my 4 hour shifts. I shouldn't be back at work but I need the money. This isnt what I saw as my golden years. I can't even draw. Art is my sanity and I am on empty. I was watching some of my videos. I'm a good artist. Was a good artist. I don't know that im an artist anymore.
Last week someone tried to scam me. I was so happy; flattered for 3 minutes. I didn't trust Mary, the woman who wanted to buy one of my paintings. I told her when I got a PayPal payment I would send the artwork. Can. I use Venmo. I set up a venmo but kept throwing up roadblocks. Mary still wanted the piece. I sent her the address. I received an email from Venmo a out professional accounts and blocks unless I upgraded and it would cost $500. PayPal scam all over again. But I used a different email for the Venmo account so I knew this was fraud. I told Mary as much. Yeah. It would have been nice to sell a painting. I can certainly use the money but Mary and her ilk will burn in Hell. I pray for her or his unwitting victims. But the minute you have to pay to receive payment know its fraud. It should never cost you to sell your artvunless you have a legitimate agent.