Yo, Momma! Or: Can I Help You Break Through Some of Your Limitations?

Earlier this week I discovered another, new reason why I’m in this game.

You’ll have seen me wax passionate about art, and how much I love working with artists.

You saw the change happen right befrore your eyes, when I was in Dublin this summer.

You may even have noticed me mention my mother, that bit where she used to drag me from museum to museum.

Every damn summer, when I just wanted to be on holidays and pull girl’s ponytails.

This week, she and I were talking on Skype.

You might think little of it, but it was momentous, because it was the first time in four years that we actually spoke.

Reason being that she’s been completely stone deaf, but there’s a new hearing aid technology and it works. Pretty cool.

Now, the important part: she is an artist, and one hell of a good one.

But I mean, spectacular.

Her watercolours are just amazing.

The landscapes of Norse Fjords she did in acrylics are every bit as dramatic as the real thing.

But, like so many artists, the process of creation has always been painful to her.

Never mind getting any of that stuff sold.

And at some point, she stopped painting altogether.

I’ve always found that so sad.

But what can you do?

You can’t tell someone ‘paint!’ and then expect them to do it.

So her studio sat for years – sunlit and empty.

Until this week.

I asked her if she still picks up a brush every now and then.

“Not in years, no. But I should, I know I should.

“I also know it’s excuses that hold me back.

“Tell you what, this week I’m going to spend three hours painting. I promise”

Oops. That would never work.

So I told her: “What if you just spend one hour, and you don’t commit to painting.

“Just go up there, and pass the time, do whatever it is you’re in the mood for.

“Sort your brushes, throw out dried paint, take stock of your paper.

“Or just look at the sky, read a book. Whatever.

“Only do something you enjoy, nothing more. Oly one hour”

Instantly she lit up: “Love it. I wil.”

A few days later she mails me, saying she had fun.

Included is a painting, made after a photo of when I was a kid.

There’s your own little Stellar, on a merry-go-round, blond and with a lollipop in his mouth.

Next week, I’m pretty sure she’ll be sketching things again.

And that is why I do the work I do.

To get people who can, and want to, and must create art, to do it.

And, to show you how to sell it too, of course.

Yo, Momma: Go on, do it again.

You too can have  me help you out, help you through mental blocks.

I mean, If I can get her to go back into the Dreaded Studio, who knows what I can do for you?

All you need to do is sign up to LEAP, and I’ll be there to help you, as well as send you 16 pages of dense mindset-changing, sales getting-teaching.

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Cheers,

Martin

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