This blog is perhaps one of the toughest pieces I have written in a long while. It is not a whine, really it isn't. It is a little about not always knowing how tough the path is for the people in our lives. It is mainly about how little it takes to offer the gift of support and how difficult life can be without it.
I believe I am the sort of person who will help another in need whenever possible. I may know said person (intimately or only slightly) or not know them at all. I may be crazy busy in my own life. I may be so low in spirit I am finding life almost unbearable. I have been known to drop everything to come to the aid of a fellow human in many circumstances. Sometimes I am just not physically mobile. I may just share a post or a blog or a photo. Sometimes I tell others of accolades received or exhibits/shows/concerts upcoming. I truly feel most of us would not be wherever we are without this kind of support.
I had an intensely emotional and physically exhausting year in 2015. Without going into gory details of my personal life, suffice it to say that I hope I never have another year like this one, primarily from a legal and family/extended family perspective.
I decided to step out at a rather immature stage in my artistic development and apply for a spot on the Images Studio Tour in the Oro-Medonte area north of Toronto. I was accepted on this wonderful tour, and began an intense few months of learning everything I possibly could about finishing, printing, framing and otherwise preparing for showing my work. I painted and sketched. I ran from printer to framer to supplier. All of this time I felt out of my league and unprepared for the “real” world of ART.
There was a steadfast little group of people close to me that offered endless sustenance in many ways. However, I was mystified beyond measure at the lack of support offered by some of my friends, family and peers, in a venture which (thankfully) took me so far out of my comfort zone that I doubt I can ever go back.
My solace comes from the unexpected encouragement of visitors, fellow artists and attendees who assisted in numerous ways. Some offered advice and critique, travelled from some distance to give hugs and congratulations. I received aid on pricing, framing, displays, finishing, printing and such from virtual strangers to me personally. This outpouring of genuine caring and loving support renewed my faith in humanity and the gifts of giving.
My plea is this…
Please do not overlook the importance of simple, honest, and straightforward support.
Any amount of time, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
We all need it from time to time.
All. of. us.