Why You Can't Put A Price on Labors of Love

More than overflowing creativity, painting is a labor of love. To the painter, though enjoying every stroking moment, painting means hours of seclusion and even backpain aftermaths. It's also about missing movies with friends and sometimes a Sunday mass. It can also cause undue stress or peaks of momentary bliss. To the painter's partner, it's hours of waiting and even hearing Sunday mass alone. It's about patience and letting be. It's about admiring the painter's passion and commitment to his art. It's about appreciating the vision that goes with every color and every stroke. I know why people sometimes wonder why paintings cost so much. I used to paint myself but patience ran out of me. Letters became my watercolors and this blog became my canvass. Reality is, most paintings are actually priceless, because paintings are visions shared by the painter, not just a piece of canvass with some colors splashed on it. Like movies for directors, cuisines for chefs, photos for photographers, clothes for designers and stories for writers, the real value lies on the hearts that made them. Later then...