Making Money Without My Partner
I'm making money. At least that's what the income tax department has decided. Despite my ranting and sobbing at the unfairness of it all, they are relentless and pursue me wherever I go. It's not as though I am making bagfuls of money, just enough to make the days glide past peacefully knowing that the fridge is fairly full, the children are fed and the car has gas. Basic needs right? Income tax does not agree. Part of that is ours, they yell as they snatch notes out of my hand.
Last year this time things got so bad with them that I decided to make some money on my own, without telling them about it. It worked pretty well. I painted small watercolor paintings in the French impressionist style. I splashed water and paint on the paper, stirred that brush around, threw in a few interesting spots of different colors. Then I went to the local glass cutter and ordered small pieces of glass. I put the paintings on cardboard backing, put the glass in front, fixed it all together with two clips, loaded everything into the car and made my way to the local art fair.
I set the prices at "reasonable" - not so expensive as to frighten the customers away and not so cheap that they would thing my art was childish. Guess what? I sold almost everything that I brought with me, about 100 paintings. I tried my best to look and behave like an artist and not a fugitive from the income tax authorities. So about a hundred homes here in town are decorated with my artwork and in return I had a bit of a breather. I enjoyed painting too.
