Ten years ago today, How Original! An Art Gallery in Laguna Beach closed its doors forever. (Well, at least until I go insane enough to try it again.) In many ways I miss the place. It was fun and exciting. And, I learned so much. Most importantly, it helped to start me on this new path of author and speaker.
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The other day I received an email asking about one of my pieces of art. This is the body of that email:
My office has a window with a nice view to my front patio. It provides me with little distractions throughout the day while I'm sitting here writing. I can watch the people walking their dogs, the cars coming and going, and the birds flitting about.
I've always wondered where my business cards went. I assumed that like much of the clutter that invades our lives, they just get tossed in the trash.
I have worked hard to make my business cards memorable, or at least to make them too pretty to throw away. It seems to have worked. I just got done filing my state sales tax form for last year. Nothing like waiting until the last minute. Thankfully, I didn't have that much to pay. Unfortunately, I didn't have that much to pay.
Bright and early last Sunday morning I took my artwork in for jurying. I am trying once again to get into an art show I have been trying to get into for years. It's been over a week and I am still waiting to hear back from them. I guess I am a glutton for punishment as this is the eighth time I have tried to get into this show.
I think that as artists, we are all plagued by self-doubts. I know I am. There is always that incessant voice in the back of my head that keeps asking, "Am I are good enough?"
I had a wonderful experience a couple of days ago. I was interviewed by fellow artist Nancy Roux for the Art-A-Fair Festival Facebook page. Now, usually, I am on the other side of the table asking the questions. In fact, you can see me interviewing Nancy on the video page. So, this was a shift from my normal function as interviewer.
It was a very different perspective. I am not a morning person. Nor do I wish to be. I like the quiet solitude of the midnight hours when there is nothing but the chirping of the crickets to disturb my reverie.
So, why do I get up before the crack of dawn on a Saturday? Because of an art show. Typically, setup time starts around 6am. With an hour drive, that means leaving the house at 5am. Which means getting up at 4am. Yes, that's 4am, the time I usually go to bed. Have you ever been lost? I have and it's not a comfortable feeling. There's a feeling of panic that sets in. And, that panic creates an atmosphere where it's impossible to focus.
Without that focus, what happens? You end up someplace you didn't intend to go. It could be someplace good, or it could be someplace bad. You just never know. |
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