Company of One

Wicked Cool Agate RingHey, I got the job!

Just got off the phone with myself and I let myself know that after much deliberation, I have decided I am the one with the most skill and experience to make and market my own art.

So welcome aboard, what’s on the horizon?

Well first off, we’ll just shitcan the idea of finding a local gallery to market my wares on consignment. It’s taking much too long. Why send out countless emails out into space, when I can just meet my market base head on and start sitting at craft fairs? Putting the idea of actually selling something aside, it would be satisfying enough for me to get my work out into the real world. Buy it if you will, but LOOK at it. Just LOOK at it. Love it, hate it.  You may think it’s too pricey or too colorful ( yes, someone actually said that ), but LOOK at it.

I’ll be standing around for five hours. It should be interesting, we’ll see. I am not a full-power-24-hour-’round-the-clock smiler. I only smile to myself if I’m thinking something funny. Which gives me the idea of working on an elaborately illustrated joke book. See, the ideas are richocheting…

My first craft stand will be on Saturday, May 11, 2013 at the Fresh Air Craft Fair in Elver Park, from 10 am to 3pm. I have a lot of new things I’ve been working on. Come and see me. I may be frowning, but I won’t bite.

From Nowhere to Know-where

Where am I going?

Hard tellin’.

I do know where I’ve been. I have decided to offer a glimpse of the past with this page called History. It’s a catalog of paintings, drawings, graphics, and other miscellaneous items I’ve done in the past. This material has been dug out of my computer archives, old portfolios from school, and in corners in the basement. Some paintings have been painted over or taken off their stretchers and rolled up. Some are just pages out of a sketchbook and some have been given away.

For years I carried around a stack of paintings and drawings that moved from place to place with me. It ballooned exponentially with things that accumulated with each stay. It grew large enough to cause me to stop creating altogether, not wanting a bigger pile to drag around when it came time to move again. This cessation stemmed from being graduated from art school, yet having no clue how to promote myself as an artist. I suppose poor self-esteem also had plenty to do with it, not to mention the idea that within our culture art is fun, but not essential; a notion I believe many artists internalize. At least in my life, I’ve often wished I could be something more useful, like a doctor or a teacher.

Finally, during a time of personal upheaval, I was faced with moving my stack of artwork once again. In my hapless emotional state, I dragged the stack outside, threw it on the burn pile and set it ablaze. My conclusion was if there was no one to see it, is it really art?  Or, is it simply a stack of marked paper and canvas collecting dust?

Interestingly enough, I just heard of a similar experience on NPR about a successful artist who also burned his entire portfolio, at a time where was financially destitute and had no galleries representing his work. He commented that the act of destroying his work gave him a clean slate and allowed him to move in a more successful direction.

Maybe it’s sad all that work is gone, but I’ve come to the conclusion that holding on to it was getting me nowhere. So often in life, it’s good to clean house. Hanging on doesn’t propel, you have to kick. The old cliche´ about throwing stuff on the wall until it sticks actually rings true. I’m working on some good stuff right now, I’m feeling more confident about making a living as an artist than ever before. What’s different now is that I’ve decided to stop making excuses and avoiding who I am, successful or not. I just want to be an artist, that’s all I ever wanted to be and all I’m ever going to be. If I end up toothless and in the street, never selling a single thing, that’s fine. At least at the end I will know I’ve been true to myself.

I know where I’m going.

An artist’s statement

So how about an artist’s statement? It seems like a little bit of a misnomer, since an artist’s statement is art itself.

So what is this site all about? It’s about self-promotion. I am the first to admit that promotion is not my strong suit, otherwise I’d have this super-duper awesome website and about ten salaried people working under me. In New York.

No.

I am a shy, quiet little woman living in a little house in the country who squints underneath her Ott light, keeping mostly to herself, enjoying a life of making things. There are probably a million similar souls, doing similar things. Some are successful, some aren’t. Some are hell-bent on marketing, others are just dibble-dabbling. I guess I fall somewhere in between. I’d like to get more hell-bent. It sounds cooler than dibble-dabbling. A skeleton riding a motorcycle on fire, not a bespectacled gerbil in a cardigan.

So, I’ve put up a jewelry page. I would like to sell this stuff, if I can. I know repurposing and recycling is really vogue right now, but these items aren’t, unless you count using stuff I’ve carried around since high school as repurposing. I will be adding more pages with drawings and paintings as time allows.

Tell me, what do you think so far?