Johnny was in the midst of the Italian Market festival (attended by thousands) seemingly unchaperoned and offering $3 black and white portraits to festival goers. There was even a $2 upsell to a color version of your portrait!
My heart swelled. I wanted to hug him, love him, wish him unending luck, pinch his cheeks, and dump $50 into his little jar of dollar bills. Instead, I got my portrait drawn. And made my friend get her portrait drawn. And heckled a few passers-by into forking over the dough to get their portraits made, too.
Johnny’s out there living his dream. He’s showing up. He’s looking people in the eye and making art. He’s earning money for it. He’s a little crazy and a little fearless.
This week, let’s forget our fears, all the ‘what-if’s and reasons to give up. Let’s go make art. Just like Johnny.