Joe Burchett
Aug 29, 2017 · 1 min read

This is the first piece of art I sold. I quoted a price that I thought was too high for a reasonable person to pay, but my buyer disagreed.

I felt proud to have created something that evoked emotion and brought someone joy, but I was sad to see the painting go. It had been a part of my life for 18 months.

At this point, it’s easier for me. I don’t support myself with my art, and I don’t have a workspace. If I want to keep painting, I need to keep freeing up space on the walls in my home— otherwise I won’t have anywhere to hang a canvas.

Ultimately, I’ve realized that my craft isn’t going to improve as quickly if I stay tethered to my favorite paintings — the act of selling them, of purging, gives me room to grow.

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Joe Burchett

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Joe is a guy who sometimes writes things. He also touches computers, paints, flies kites, raises kids, adores his wife, and occasionally rouses-rabbles.

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