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By the River, can’t get a drink.

In my early life, I was  a struggling Artist.? At every turn I was unable to get any recognition or reward for my work. I was at the River banks of the money flow and couldn't get wet. Get the drift ?
In my early life, I was a struggling Artist.? At every turn I was unable to get any recognition or reward for my work. I was at the River banks of the money flow and couldn’t get wet, much less have a cup, to get a scoop. Get the drift ?   Love the metaphor of the River of Money. My Dad used it to give me a life lesson on getting hold of money. I was already grown at fifteen and full of myself, didn’t get it. My concern with possessing money was already eroded  because of the lack of it in my Mother’s world as a boy. I was already transformed into the idealist. That young man’s whose aim was to create the persona that would support a creative life in Art. This Painting from the Rag Series expresses the craving that I had developed, when the realities of being an Independent Artist exposed itself. There I was, just out the forest in search of the river. I was in the clearing, I could smell, hear, and see the water as it flows. I am trying to reach its banks, only the footing on the bed rocks is a challenge to surmount. occasionally i slip and get my ankles wet. Still I want to get closer, for a dip at first, then I was too deep and swimming in the swift current was not pleasant. I wish to be back on the banks. If I could just get hold of a vessel I would have a share.
This is my musing on my position in the metaphor that inspired this piece, from the Rag Series. The struggle to get a foot hold, then, to get so deep, there is still a survival issue, need to get a vessel, never having a pleasant experience by the River of money. While, some people are still trying to get to the clearing from out of the forest, some are on the banks, too busy getting a footing on the rocks, some are ankle deep, some are up to their waist, some with Vessels,  some are wading, and some are swimming for their life.

 

 

 

 

 

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