I went out with my mother for lunch a few months ago. I told her I was thinking about writing a book about what happened. She said, “You should.” I was a little surprised to hear her encourage me to do it. Since it could bring up every ugly thing that's every happened to me or her for that matter. See, she might have done several things she shouldn't have. But she did other things right. An that's the catch twenty two you get into writing about yourself.


Which really isn't a topic I like.


Its so much easier to write about other things: Then put yourself out there: but in this day an age that's what we leave behind. Our stories, or stories we tell ourselves. It's the stories of someone's life that inspires others. Like how Disney went from talking to a mouse alone, broke an trying to get started. Or how Steve Jobs, sat in on college classes to building a company. Even today, people a fascinated by DaVinci's life story.


An as an artist, it's one of the single most important things you can do.


Share your story.


I personally rather have mine reduced to a bio page on wiki, then sit around an think about all the trials an tribulations I've gone through. But it's important I guess for others to know, it didn't come easy. There was a lot of hard work involved. Not just luck.


I have a programming background, ran a successful website for years: Yet became increasingly more uncomfortable putting myself out there on social media. Not because I couldn't do it like a pro. It's because my “real life” an my “internet life” where suddenly being combined. It was actually rather traumatic for me. I tended to think of it as local vs world wide. An still do. Personal vs Pubic. An there have been plenty of folks that have wrote tell alls about their lives.


It really shouldn't be that big of a deal for me.


Except, about the time I was coming out as an artist is when I lost two important people in my life. An it kinda did feel like coming out of the closet. Suddenly long distant relatives I haven't seen since I was five where on social media bring up facts about myself, that had long been over came. I had another criticizing the fact I had tons of people on my social pages that where not local. These where people, who supported my art an meet a lot to me.


It was a nightmare.


I felt suddenly exposed in a way I never had before. I had a real life business I wanted to see do well locally an art I wanted to do well on the internet: An suddenly had to worry about what my relatives thought about every single thing I was doing. Not that any of it was bad, but I had to worry about their approval in a world they didn't understand that well. A world that was changing pretty quickly with social media.


To me, it was a huge clash.


I mean really who wants their third cousin teasing you in front of world wide audience that you use to stutter as a child. It was true, an frankly something I had actually forgotten about when she mentioned it. It didn't embarrass me. It actually angered me because it was something private about myself, that only I should be sharing. An only if I wanted to. An frankly, it made her look pathetic an attention seeking in front of thousands of people. So, I'm leery of telling parts of my story. Not because it makes me look bad, but could or can make people I do actually love come off badly.


An she wasn't thinking about that when she did it.


I doubt she even cares, the struggle that was for me as a child. Cause people don't think when they put stuff out there. I do, an this is hard for me on some subjects. Not because I don't care, but because I do.
An that's when you have to let other peoples opinions an approval of you go. She had a snap shot of who I was when I was three, not a full picture of who I had become or was striving to be. An you can not sit an think of OMG what's my mother going to think.


That's why I asked my mom what she thought before I even started writing again.


Because I've blogged before, written articles before. Creating content is nothing new for me. But having your private an public life all on display at once is. It was but was not a big deal for me. The only issue I was having is suddenly I had to worry about some peoples approval or disapproval I never had before. I never worried about being on a world wide stage. But others in my family did. I got dragged into court over it, with a one of them trying “Shut me up” The judge through it out of court.


It was a clash of local vs world wide to me.


If someone's picking on you, you do have the right to tell them in real life or on the internet to leave you the hell alone. The judge agreed with me.


It doesn't stop you from worrying about people close to you approval. That was what was new to me. An it's something you can't think about as an artist. It's hard enough to put your work out there an meet the public approval or rejection. It really did stop me from the momentum I had going on at the time. It wasn't fear of what my art fans thought. I had their approval to be myself.


Something you have to be willing to do as an artist.


What I didn't have was support from a few in my personal life, although I supported them in their goals. I totally disagreed with how I was being done. I still do. I ignored it as much as I could an tried like hell to stay professional about the whole situation. An at some point had to stop caring about what they thought. Or about their approval.


I went ghost online.


It hurt the art career I was building online. They really did make themselves nothing but an obstacle to over come in my life. Four people. That's it. They didn't know what I was going though, nor did they care. They tried to make my life, about themselves. An it wasn't. My art isn't about them, any more then it was about a third or fourth cousin. Nor where they following my art, or going to buy any of it.


So, their opinions of it an me really never should have mattered.


It hurt me deeply though an I just retreated into my shell. I went somewhere else completely that would appreciate what I had to offer. I grew artistically but never displayed it much publicly. All because four people I cared about didn't approve.
An you can't be this way on the artistically.
Especially if your an artist on the internet.


I just spent a year in therapy over it because frankly: I knew better. You can't let someone, that has one little snap shot who doesn't see the big picture take over your life. Their approval doesn't matter. An you can't be worried about what your mommy thinks of it either. All you should have to worry about is what you think of your work. An your clients.


So, I went an focused on that instead.


Do not let a person who barely knows you be your stumbling block. They may hold opinions of you, that just insult you to your core based on other peoples opinions that have nothing to do with the real you. But I tell you, it was suddenly like having someone go to work with you, looking over your shoulder judging your work: That doesn't really know anything about your job judging you.


Because being online is very dynamic.


The one thing the distant cousin brought up for me, that had really been over came a long time ago was I was a very shy kid. It's why I stuttered. I haven't been that kid in a long time. Nor do I have any problems with it now. Most people will tell you, I'm pretty good at communicating an have always been outgoing. I worked hard to over come those things.


So don't let anyone put you in a box of your former self.


I was two or three years old when I struggled with speech issues. Mostly because I was scared to speak. Not because I couldn't. It had a lot to do with the environment I was in at the time, that was pretty uptight. There was a lot of pressure around me as a toddler. It was a tense atmosphere. My grandfather had passed an I was pretty traumatized by it an the changes going on around me. None of which really could be helped. It was just life.


My grandmother, finally just pulled me aside one day when I was really struggling to spit it out an just told me to slow down. Don't cry. Yell it if you have to. But get it out. It was okay, whatever I had to say was important an she would wait. I remember the day crystal clear.


It was a shyness holding me back, more then the words.


An thanks to her, and her patience I learned to speak pretty clearly from that point on. That's all I needed. An I learned from her, that not everyone had it. An that was okay. She pin pointed the trouble pretty early on, I was shy. An if I'd just get over that I wouldn't have a problem with it anymore. An I didn't. I went to a speech therapist when I was in Kindergarden or first grade or something like that an moved on past it.


But some people won't let you do that.


They want to hold you back, keep you stuck in a place you haven't been stuck in for years. Or drag you back to a place you left a long time ago. I got over the rest of my shyness when my family moved to another state an I had to make new friends. I had to over come them not being able to understand me because I had a southern accent. Reteach myself to speak, in a manner or accent they could understand. I had to get passed being laughed at about it, an learn to laugh at it myself. I had to overcome the playground bully that wanted to pick on me about it. An most that know me would have never known I ever even struggled with speaking or being shy. Most would say, I'm pretty outspoken. An never had a issue with communicating. I've learned to say what I need to say in one way or another.


Express myself.


An I have, that's why I am an artist to being with.


Because there where years in my life where expressing yourself wasn't okay. If I couldn't say it. I'd play it on the piano. Or draw it in a picture. Paint it. Listen to a song, or write it. An every now an then, one of these assholes figures it out I'm expressing myself an gets their panties in a knot over it. An I don't know how more you can be direct about it other then, leave me alone.


Me expressing myself isn't up for debate.


An this is how you have to be about it. Especially when someone is trying to stifle you from a personal angle. I really shouldn't have to sit around, an think up new ways to say something without saying it at age fifty. An I won't.


Art is about expression.


A few peoples personal opinions of it or approval shouldn't matter. If you pay attention, it's always the same ones trying to get you to down play yourself. So they can shine brighter. Or the same old ones judging it.


When I was a teen, we use to rap our text books in paper bags to protect them. I did this so I could draw on the outsides of them without getting in trouble. I drew a pot leaf on mine. I was a teenager, it's what I was into at the time. It's not a reflection of who I am or not today. It was two years before my mother finally figured out what the hell I was drawing an why. My mother about had a heart attack. Ripped it up, an forbid me to draw another one. As an adult, I pretty much believe pot should be legalized. Her an I totally disagree one the subject.


I could probably paint a pretty good pot leaf an really piss her off.


It would sell. But I'm not much of a pot head so don't. It is only a snap shoot of who I was at fifteen. Her approval at that time period in my life mattered. Yet, I didn't even back then let it get in the way of me making some art or expressing myself. Nor, am I going to today.


Don't let someone put you in a box artistically.


Whatever you need to express, do it. Don't let anyone hold you back or slow down. If people are trying to sabotage what you are doing online an artistically cut ties with them if you have to. My mother hate's the kind of music I listen to. Heavy Metal. My dad couldn't stand it. My kids listen to rap, an it's my least favorite type of music there is: But everyone has their own needs of expression. An just because I don't like it, doesn't mean they are going to stop listening to it. I just razz them an tell them some day their musical taste will improve. They don't need my approval or disapproval. It gets in the way of them being themselves. I remember getting on a I hate country kick when I was a teen, my dad loved it. So I hated it on it. I came around. It was just a stage in my life.


An you can't artistically get stuck in just one phase of your life.


No matter how hard some will try to keep you stuck in some part of it. I'm not two or three with a speech problem anymore. Nor am I a teenager, that handles money badly. Or just a store manager. Or just a bartender. Or just a programmer. Or just a photographer. Or just a painter. Or just or that.


You have to keep growing as an artist.


An some people are just never going to understand that. They can't see, you've been working on something your whole life. That they just might only know one part of you. When I worked as a convenience store manger, my employees nor boss had no idea I could draw. Or did art. It wasn't any of their business. They where not my clients or customers. I did that job, an went home an did another. They didn't try to keep me in a role, I out grew. I can still run a gas station top notch. Doesn't mean I should. I did it when I needed a stable income, to support me and my family an learn more about business. I skipped the college expenses of business college an learn straight from a competitive source. Doesn't mean I wanted to work for Mobil the rest of my life building fancy beer displays. Even though I enjoyed practical marketing.


It was just one step in my evaluation as an artist to me: To understand business.


One aspect of it. Not the full picture. Management landed me in a job later on that expanded me as an artist. So who is anyone to tell you there is a right way or a wrong way on your artistic journey. Let alone a right way or wrong way to express yourself. If you have naysayers in your life, telling you not to express yourself, don't question yourself. Question why they are.


I really had to.


An the conclusion I reached was, I kept letting personal approve trump what I knew I needed to do for my career. An the same old people came out judging it. Ask me if I really give a shit what my ex husband thinks of my art or career. Neither of which he was very supportive of. As far as I'm concerned he's just another obstacle I had to overcome. One one hand, supportive on the other running me down behind my back to our children. An a great place for inspiration for expressing anger.


He's not a client. He's not my customer.


An his damn opinion of my photography doesn't matter. An as much as I love my family theirs really doesn't either. All though it makes me happy my son likes hanging one of my art pieces on his wall. He's not paying for it. I'm thrilled when my daughter lets me do portraits of her. She isn't either. An my oldest does art herself, but won't make a career out of it. I don't judge her, one way or another. It's her art, her expression an what she wants to do with it. I only give her advice on it when she asks. I think she's amazingly creative but I don't pay her bills. So it isn't for me to decide if she should or should not invest more of her time there or not.


Yet, I have a few others that would try to tell me how to do my art. Or which art. Or even had the gall of thinking they had the right to be my editor. Writing is just one form of expression for me. An if I'm going to get a editor, it's going to be one who edits not tries to rewrite what I'm trying to express to fit their needs. An they keep butting in my life, trying to control my expression to suite their bottom lines when they don't give a shit about mine.


It's a problem. It's been a problem with social media.


It didn't have to be. I wasn't hurting anyone's PNL at Mobil doing art at night. Yet a few want to jump in an tell me I will ruin theirs cause my arts personal. Well all art is personal. It always comes from a very personal place. I can't sit here pretend three people I care for keep asking me not to be myself. So much so I left the internet, what I was doing just to get away from them.


It's wrong to do to an artist.


Art is about expressing oneself fully. I made mistakes letting my internet following go just to appease some that didn't understand that's exactly the following I need. Those are my supporters. It was my audience, followers and customers. Of course I don't KNOW KNOW my customer in Germany. But boy I was grateful for them an got sick an tired of being embarrassed world wide by a few local to me that don't get it. They weren't interested in me, my art or purchasing any art. Their approval of it one way or another wasn't needed. Just because they know a few family members of mine didn't make it so either.


I don't expect my gas station customers to want to buy art.


Nor did I the local town drunk just because I use to be CEO of a tavern company. One I'm still behind an proud of to this day. They are different businesses. Yes, it be great if they where interested in my art but I'm not going to keep getting chased offline by drunk people just because I know how to throw down a party. It's a part of my career history, but not the only piece of it. An I didn't take kindly to a drunk in my bar or my studio harassing me: So why the hell would I online?


I'm not going to.


You like the art great! You want me to do some photography for you? Wonderful. Your not interested in art, but want a clean gas station still ran the same way I use to: I can point you to a great location but don't follow me home. Want a good place to go party an drink: I know a place. Let me introduce you to the owner but don't bother me with a critic of my art if your not a serious art buyer. You're approval isn't needed. We use to date? Yup, might have. We don't anymore. Move one with your life, or be supporter of my art.


It's really that simple.


See, I didn't have people coming into my photography studio who wanted gas. They just went to the old gas station an got some. If I run into one of my old customers, they don't criticize me moving onto a new field. Or managing a different type of business in the art field. Their approval isn't needed. Appreciated, but not needed. There are some customers, I have always had not matter what I do. An there are some customers who aren't interested in what I sale today. An that's perfectly okay. I've never been a high pressure sale person any way.


As an artist it's much harder then other businesses not to take it personal because it comes from a personal place. That's what makes art meaningful. But approval an sales are something totally different. I'm not an artist to win popularity contest. Approval wasn't what I was seeking when I ran my portrait studio. I sought my customers satisfaction in my art products. Same as I did in any other business I ran. It didn't run on “Likes” or if my mother, sister brother cousin approved. Nor did any of them stand over me all through out the day telling me if I was doing it right or wrong. It didn't matter if my dad's tavern customers liked the price of gas I had to sell something at where I worked. My boss was going to sell it as the price he had to whether people approved or disapproved to stay in business. I don' t think he'd care to much if my mom liked or disliked his business. Her approval wasn't required. My skills that got me the job where.


My dad hated I worked for Mobil. I still needed to work. His approval wasn't required, but been nice if he'd been little more supportive of me having to work. You have to do what's best for you and your career. An that isn't going to always be meet with family approval. In art, it might be meet with some peoples an not others: depending on their taste an your style. My photography clients are different then my fractal art customers. My fractal art fans are different then my traditional art fans. The people I write for are usually other artist. Some like couple things I do, some all of it.


Some none of it and if they'd walked into my studio, I'd be wondering why they did.


An in any business you will have those types that just wonder in, snoop around with no intentions of buying. In the gas station business Id be wondering what case of beer he was thinking about running out the door with. At the bar, which bathroom he might puke in an at the studio, how many freebies this dude trying to get out of me. None of which, I'd be tickled pink to deal with. It's just the nature of customer service, but if one loitering with no intention of buying they'd be ask to leave. Online, an artwork is no different.


If you have someone who is not supportive of your business. Just trolling around.
If they are just trying to start trouble, ask them to leave or block them.
You'd ask them to in real life at a brick an mortar business.


Because their personal opinion of you as a person isn't what keeps you in business. I got fifty million ex boyfriends: If they came an hung out at my counter at work, yes I'd ask them to leave if they where not buying anything. I wouldn't let my mommy hang over my shoulder an tell me how to run something she knows nothing about either. Nor any other family member.


It's you your selling. Your art work. Not them.
And you don't need everyone's approval to do art.


Just your own. Are you okay with your art? Are you improving? Do your real clients like it?


Not everyone's personal approval is needed for you to be good at what you do.
You want clients that actually appreciate your skills. Who reward you.


An your not going to be everyone's cup of tea.
Know who you are. What you are about.
Don't fear a few who won't ever approve.


Keep growing as an artist.


That's what art is all about.
























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I watched a program on Salvador Dali, the Surrealist the other day. Dali was one of the most successful artist of the 20th Century. He was worth millions, an died broke. He shouldn't have. He was a very generous man, an had always offered those close to him, loyal to him, that helped him sell his paintings 10% of his sales. To me, that's just a smart way to be. Reward people for being there for you. Supporting you. So, I intend to offer the same: I will give anyone: 10% of the traditional artwork sales you bring me personally. I will give $20 to anyone that sends me a photography client who purchases the digital CD. If you send me five purchasing clients, I will do a photo session for you for free: Give you a CD of the session so you can print them up on your own. To me, this is no different then Dali's way of saying thank you.

The problem Dali ran into, was trusting someone in his late years that didn't have his best interest at heart. They had him sign over rights to his copyrighted works. It was suppose to have been a trust, an the works go to Spain when he passed. But it didn't exactly work out that way. Now, I can only hope to be as good as someone like Dali by the time I pass: But I do worry about what will happen to my works after I'm gone.

I want the works to be in a trust, an my children to benefit from them. No one else. An I want that to be pretty clear. I'm on a lot of online websites. There are arrangements between those sites & myself as an artist to print & sell those works: but they do not own the rights to them. The rights, after I'm gone go to my children. If nothing comes of them, so be it but if something does. It's theirs to be divided up equally.

I'd like the unsold artwork kept together. Not divided or fought over. So it can be displayed. They can sell pieces, as long as all three agree to sell. It has to be for a decent price or the original is not worth selling. If they do sell, they have to make it clear to the buyer they, an they alone will always own the copyright of the piece. Only they are legally allowed to profit of it's prints or products. They need to be sure to keep a good digital copy of the prints. So they will always have residual income.

If my artwork never makes a cent for them: They've lost nothing.
But if it does, it's theirs an theirs alone.

With the exception of making sure they give the ten percent to anyone who physically sells one of the pieces. That's my “will” on it. Simple enough. So, why am I thinking about this anyway?

A few reasons: I'm getting older for one, an trying to recover from an physical illness: a breast cancer scare. Which I'm not really sure I've beat. I have to go back an get rechecked. I've had asthma attacks. Experienced a lot of sluggishness. Removed myself from any medication that could be causing it an all the doctors can only say for sure is that I do have a thyroid problem going on. The medication for it doesn't seem to be working. I have a great deal of tiredness an it's hard to get motivated. I'm pretty swollen up. My face looks like I've gone ten rounds in a boxing ring.

An for most part feels like it some days.

I'm not whining: I'm alive. Thankful for that. Slowly, I'm recovering from whatever is really physically going on with me. I feel better then I did a year ago. While I'm tired, it's no where near the level it was a year ago. It's not pure exhaustion.

An some people are just going to have to accept that.
An the fact, that their behavior wasn't so hot. Not that I'm perfect.

Because I'm not but when your seriously ill probably isn't the time to pick on someone. The only plus side of it is that people really do show you their true colors during a time period when you can't really fend for yourself. My oldest child wasn't there for me at all. She was to stuck on what I did wrong as parent to be. My son tried to be but verbally abused me up one side an down the other. The youngest was just getting kept away from me.

An the others, well is the reason I'm writing this.

When your sick, you really don't want people around you who will try to take advantage. It's really easy to “kick” someone when they are down. Your pretty vulnerable to whatever whim some get on. Defenseless. An you can forgive some of it, but not all of it. During it, your kinda well: They don't know. They don't understand. An well, they are the ones that have to live with it. It'll be their regret if ya actually kill over dead.

My kids, I can easily forgive.

Others, I'm struggling to because it's the same shitty manipulative behavior. The kind that picks you over before you're even dead. So I write this to protect my kids from it in the future. I'm human. I'm gonna die someday an people attacking me, my life, my character when Im ill it isn't going to change the life I lived. I won't have them rewriting my whole life to fit their needs. They weren't apart of my life for the most part a majority of it. So they don't get to say, she was this or that. They don't know me, an they still didn't get to know me. An it's their loss.

But I won't let it be my kids.

Dali, wasn't perfect. The man painted abstract pictures of masturbation in a time period that you didn't even talk about sex. His father wouldn't even speak to him after a certain point in his life. It was probably the best thing that ever happened to his art career. He no longer sat around trying to please someone he couldn't please. He focused on what he should have been: His art. If he sat around dwelling on OMG what's my family going to say: We might never have got to see all the wonderful things he produced. An I can't either just because four people I'm related to don't like me or afraid of what I might put out there.

Dali's dad refused to speak to him an life got nothing but better for Dali.

He left the small local scene, an grew into a international artist. Bigger then he would have ever been if he let his dad's approval or disapproval of his artwork have the last say. He might have censored it. Demanded Dali do something else. Behave differently. Ect. I myself can say, my son probably needs to rain himself in a little on social media. But I won't. It's his choice how he expresses himself an has to live with it. I don't always agree with what he is posting but I won't interfere with someones right to free speak. All I can do as his mother is say: That's probably not the best way to show the world who you are. It might come back an bite you in the ass. But for all I know it could be the right way for him. It might get him where he wants to be, doubtful but maybe. You never know.

Dali didn't have kids.

I doubt if he had he would have ever had to listen to he was a bad parent for going to work in his studio. I have. My “studio” just happened to be in my home office. Just because they couldn't see the artwork didn't make it any less real. Just because I can't display the 5000+ photo shoots I've done doesn't mean they weren't real work either. It's like saying my father never worked because he operated soly out of his house to do his work. Framing an rentals are home businesses. They are family businesses.

My daycare was out of my house.

Dealing with people that run on you for that is annoying. They will treat you like your just sitting around eating bon bons doing nothing with your time. Even if you built a empire doing it. So I really don't have a lot of use for the few that didn't understand it an went on in the backgrounds of my childrens lives telling them I was neglecting them. This would be like someone saying my grandmother did because she was watching her children and hoeing a cotton field at the same time. She was working & mothering at the same time.

To some it might have been seemed better if she just went to a factory job an didn't take them with. That is only because some can't wrap their minds around the concept of: Yes some of us took our kids to work with them. I'd took them to the gas station I managed if I could as well. In fact I did one day, take my son to work with me a few hours: Just so he could learn about what it is I did all day. I'd bring my daughter an her friends up to the studio all day too once in a while. So they got: I'm not ignoring you. I'm actually working. The only place I wouldn't take them much to was the bar. Unless it was daylight, a family meal or gathering: I saw no reason for them to be in it.

Parents have to work to support their children.

My children saw me work. All of it might not been as successful as I'd like it to be but I was working. They also saw me studying a lot. Going to college. Am I a bad parent for that too? The only time my kids where not with me, they where with my grandmother or another adult supervising in my home. I didn't like the Latch & Key way I was raised. I went way out of my way not to mommy by telephone. I was also home with them. They might not have had my full attention constantly but I was there for them if they needed me. It was no different then if I had taken them to a job with me. Its no different then me working on a painting in my own home. Mine just happened to be on the computer a lot. An they could not always see what I was doing. Nor could the person(s) that constantly runs me down for it. Just because everyone else was only online to socialized didn't mean I was.

So right now, I will apologize to my kids for being a space cadet. I don't mind saying, I was distracted. Or that I usually had ten things going on at once. No different then if I had took them to my gas station management job. I would have had to watch them, an do my job: but I did pay attention to you more then I was growing up. A lot more. An someday, my kids will have kids of their own an understand just how hard it is to raise children an work. They may choose to put their kids in daycare while they work. I choose not to most of it. I'm not the only one that choose to parent this way.

It made me working harder.

But I didn't complain about having a kid stuck to my leg 24-7. I choose to have you. I wanted you an I raised each one of you best I could with you with me as much as possible. Being a single mother is a hard task. An I am forever grateful to my grandmother for co parenting with me. She didn't have to. An I didn't make her. A good chunk of the time, she'd insist the kids come up to her house wither they really needed to or I wanted her to. What I am not grateful for is the constant criticism of me parenting all during it. Or someone interfering an robbing my youngest of years with me based on me living in a house they sold me or me being ill.

It's not fair to her. It never will be.

An I don't care what someone who has always only worked for another has to say about it. By all means yes, it certainly is easier. I get that, but it never leads to any great accomplishments in life either. Some don't get what it means to own your own business, successful or not. An you never had three kids teetered to you all through you work day either. I literally use to breastfed my youngest while sitting at the computer working on something. My son sat next to me all day long playing, napping or learning to crawl as I learned HTML. I was there for every diaper change, burp or gas movement for each one of them. Even if it meant I had to stop what I was programming, drawing or studying in college to attend them. An tell ya truth, it was no different then when I was a teen working or doing artwork around my little sisters needs. I wasn't a phone call away. I was there.

If my kids are mad at me about it, it's because someone has been putting it in their head that it was wrong. An that's all they do, is go on about how “wrong” I am. Even though, I flat out told one of them I'm thinking about writing a book an they stated “You should.” then play victim when I start.

How do you think Dali's career would have went had he listened to his Dad?

I can tell you from personal experience not so damn hot. He would have stayed local. He never would have meet the people in the surrealist movement an probably never seen the wax museum that so influenced his art. An Dali sold so well, not only because he had great art but because people all over talked about him. He stirred up controversy. He was known for it. It helped him establish himself as a household name.

So let the “haters” hate. Let them talk.

No one remembers who talked about Dali, or even much of what they had to say about him.
They remember Dali thou, an his art.

An that's what I would like my children to understand. I'm not doing this or that to hurt someone. I just don't need that someones approval or they few using you to get at me. It won't work. I'll just take more pictures, paint more murals an put out more content. You don't have to like it, but maybe someday I'll have a real Legecy to really leave you. Then you might understand. An if not, I'm sorry but your grown adults: An I like to think I've taught you all to think for yourselves.

Dali did, an I don't think hes a bad example to follow.

Tons said he was crazy too an whether he was or not. He wasn't really, he just really got okay with putting himself out there. Which, back in the day was unheard of, specially topics he covered. Because back in the day, you didn't even talk about sex let alone admit to masturbation. He shocked many not accustomed to a culture where nudism on he beach was normal. That didn't make him crazy. It just gave him the ability to have others question the status quo of their own cultures. It didn't make him crazy. It really just boiled down to being raised differently then anothers culture.

I don't regret the way I raised my children.

When I was 8,9, 10 years old, my grandmother use to paint all day watching me & my sister. I have found memories of being with her while she did. She would even let me paint, or dabble in whatever as well. She'd hand me the book she was learning from, an have a go at it myself. I still have those books.I'd watch Bob Ross with her, totally enjoying learning something new. An she would take me along with her to her sisters house who was a farmer, an artist herself. Her sister got into it even more, with her husband building picture frames an selling at art shows.

I enjoyed that part of my upbringing.

I thought nothing of buying my daughter a barbie computer, with preschool software to learn her ABCS. She could work on hers, while I worked on mine. An that was pretty strange to some folks too. Letting a three year old get on the computer an play. But I did. I made sure my son had a hot wheels computer an could enjoy it just as much as I did. My oldest started to hate on the computer, bored with it: I reintroduced into it being like a library because she loved to read. I made sure each kid had one, so they could explore their passions: Even if it was just Everquest. An I let my youngest get on social media, as long as she was safe about it. I'd take the time to check on her account. Who was on it, why they where an how she knew them.

My kids run computers better then most adults.

A skill needed in this day an age an if they ever wanted a career in it they could have it. Easily. My nephews in college for it right now. Learning exact same stuff I went to college for. When he was little, he use to play on my sons. An I don't regret teaching any of them a little bit about computers. Or what it was, I was trying to do for work. The kids get it better then most adults around me. Because they grew up playing games with artwork on computer screens. And none of them might not ever go down the arts bunny hole I have but if they do: It's certainly okay with me. This is where the future is going.

An I won't apologize for teaching my kids about it. Or working. Or working from home. Wanting to own your own business. Or Art. An someday, they are going to look back at it an go: Yea, that really wasn't all that bad of her.


But Dali didn't have kids, or a computer...but he did have one other thing I have: A admiration for Disney. He didn't work for Walt even though he wanted to. He ended up in the Twilight Zone instead an I don't much mind going there myself. Crazy, not crazy: As my grandma would say to me: “Who gives a shit” “Just do at least one thing a day an it will add up to something”

OH! and...“Practice” AND “Stop giving a shit what other people think” Best advice ever!
Given from one artist to another.

If your an artist, an on social media because you have to be: take a primer out of Dali's life. Don't worry about your families/”friends” approval. They aren't your buyers anyway. If you are worried about their approval all your gonna end up doing is painting flowers. Because flowers are about the only thing you can do artistically that doesn't offend someone. An the weather is about the only thing you can write about that doesn't piss someone off. Even then, you'll have a few haters. Focus on who encourages you. Not the ones who don't. An you'll find a lot more love, then hate. An for all you know, your hater could end up jump starting your career.

Dali's dad certainly did his.