Doing what I love

Some years back 14 to be precise I attended 20 to 25 art shows a year selling my work or attempting to I should say. I am my fathers son as he did the same in his lifetime with great success.. After his passing I stepped away from art for 13 years and woke up about a year and a half ago. Painting is my passion once again.The outdoor art show is a funny, fickle thing, The weather can change your fortunes as well as the economy within that year. I miss doing them. I've met so many talented artists, some of which were close friends with my father and still doing the shows to this day.. There's just something about it ....You load up your van with your artwork, supplies, display racks, and tent just before daybreak. You hit the road with hardly a soul in sight. Your destination is to any town USA? Portland Maine, Mystic Connecticut, Rutland Vermont, Scituate Rhode Island .... the list goes on. You arrive early get out and stretch your legs.. The sun's just rising now as you register at the exhibitor booth and begin your day.. All types of trucks , vans , and trailers start to arrive from every state in New England, the sounds of laughter and some frustration as exhibitors hustle to get their displays in place .. tent legs clanging, hammers banging spikes into the ground.. You've finished now, your work is hung up , you've got your coffee, and congregate with the other artisans to talk about other shows, artists, and the occasional off color joke. Now it's show time. I've done it in all weather, Torrential Rains, 100 degree heat, heavy winds, mixed rain and snow .... hell I even set up in Ogunquit Maine one year with a hurricane sitting just off the coast! But no matter the situation, town, or weather ? You're out there .... You're an artist and the only person your working for is yourself! No time clock to punch, no managers to answer to ... In this time YOU'RE in charge and win lose or draw I love this feeling and wouldn't want it any other way ... I am an artist like my father before me .. It's in my blood ...