posted on Apr, 24 2013 @ 03:59 PM
Wish I had time to read through the entire thread.
I started getting serious about selling my art a few years ago. Something about turning forty and wondering if I had ever really challenged myself to
look deep within and find out what I was capable of. But enough about my mini-midlife crisis
This is a tough business, not for sissies. You have to have tough skin to make it unless you are fortunate enough to have serious connections to
people who have money to burn and are willing to spend it on you. I was too fearful of failing for the longest time and that does nothing but hold you
back. I was fortunate to have support from my family and friends, but alas, it does not pay the bills. Since my business is dependent on blind
juries, that complicates the situation even more. There are days when it feels like work, but most of the time I just feel incredibly lucky to be
able to do what I do.
The beauty of art does lie in the beholder. I may not like all art, but I can appreciate skill and technique even if it is not my cup of tea. I
always ask people if everyone liked the same food or music or film, and how boring would the world be if everyone had the same taste, well, in
I also enjoy being around other artists. I have never felt like I have fit in with a group more than with my artist friends, they get me, and I
don't have the filter on in my head so much.