“Yesss signed and numbered! A retirement investment”
That’s right. For anyone who did not understand why there was a little #/100 on the bottom of their card: it is there to pretty much seal up the deal that you have a limited edition card from me. While I will not go as far as to say it is yet worthy of a retirement investment ::fingerscrossed:: perhaps one day it will be. I’m sure I could fast track it by hacking off an ear and spiraling out of my mind — but this is the holiday season, so lets stay with the positive thought that over the years I will be putting in my continued amount of hard work to insure that anything I have ever created holds some monetary weight in addition to its sentimental value.
“I just received ur beautiful card with its beautifully written words that hit at the best of time when I need it!”
I will be the first to admit (and please everyone lets not jump in agreement at once) that while I keep an active presence on social media, I am a terrible, no good, very bad, person when it comes to one-to-one correspondence with those I care about. And so, one of the ways I attempt to make it up to you all is through this small postmarked token. It is one of my highlights to sit and personalize each one with words always floating in my head regarding everyone of you. Not so fun is writing my return address, over and over and over again, but I think it looks better than a printed label and also, perhaps this way I can assure I will never lose my way home.
“I’m so happy you are living your dream. You have worked hard for it.”
Heartfelt words such as these, which I have received in mass over the last week in response to my mailing, mean far more than any physical gifts I may receive (not to say I don’t like those too — love em!).
On my Facebook profile, in the quotes section – which is not so prominently displayed with the layout nowadays – I have for years had the following:
“I am a success today because I had a friend who believed in me and I didn’t have the heart to let him down.” -Abraham Lincoln
The older I get, the truer I feel those words are, and the truer I hope to make them. A big lot of my time is spent working and creating, creating and working. If I did not have the people behind me supporting what I make when I do bring it out into the world, I would be standing places alone, with a much smaller voice and an even smaller presence. There is the likelihood that I on my own would be too pigheadedly stubborn to ever quit, but the idea doesn’t enter this head much — because far too many people are watching and hoping the best for me, and I am not in the habit of letting people down.
Thank you.
For the entire month of December I have spent my time, well a good deal of it anyway, penciling away at peoples’ faces. I kept track of my tally of commissions on a “per head” basis, the total tally ending in 26 heads, which is a lot of heads to be milling about at in less than a months time (Christmas being D-Day) It’s really a good thing the Mayans were wrong, otherwise all of this work would have never been presented as the gifts they were intended to be.