Selling my art in a little corner amidst a gigantic room full of 23 other incredibly talented artists is probably the scariest thing I've ever done in my entire life. This is no garage sale we're talking about here. This is my life's work! Extensions of my heart and soul spread across a navy blue bed sheet on a little fold-out table for the assessment of total strangers. I could not have done it if my good friend Jana had not agreed to share a booth with me. She and her husband Thomas were my anchor through this crazy adventure. They provided wire and hooks, extra lighting, much needed advice, a way for customers to pay with credit cards, and most important of all, moral support.
But even with their invaluable support I still felt insecure. No insecure is an understatement. I felt
like a candle flame getting dimmer and dimmer with each person who barely glanced at my work without a word and moved on. Each one felt like a rejection. I am not used to feeling ordinary. I'm used to standing out and getting praised for it, but at the expo every artist was extraordinary, making me just a part of the crowd. So many people would breeze through our booth not even stopping to look closely or comment on my work. I asked Jana, "Does this make you feel invisible?" She looked thoughtful for a moment and said, "It's funny you should say that because I always feel invisible. For me, to feel invisible is to feel safe." That simple statement just blew my mind. I never realized how privileged I was to grow up in great big family and community who constantly praised and made it a point to make me feel special. To me this was the norm. So when I came to an event like this where I received no such special treatment it was a bit of a culture shock. I wanted people to gush over my work. I wanted them to purchase my overpriced originals. I wanted to feel adored.
Photo Courtesy by 40 North
After that more and more people began flooding in and my work received a lot more attention. One woman bought my "As Big as this World Piece" for her nephew in New Orleans. She said, "I just have to buy it. It's too perfect not to." Another woman who spent a good 20 minutes looking over my work finally decided to buy prints of, "Going out on a Limb" and "Summer." She said "I had such a hard time trying to decide! They are all so wonderful." The piece that got the most attention was my original "Walking the Black Dog." A woman tugged on her husband's shirt nodding toward that piece and said, "I like this one." One boy pointed at it and said, "Daddy look at this!" Many others walked up to it and simply looked for a long time. Each time I swelled with pride.
The absolute highlight of the day was watching a moment between two women when they discovered
I earned $126 that day which was more than enough to cover the expenses for participating, but even if I made nothing the experience would have been worth it. There is nothing that compares to watching the raw reactions people have to your work. My mind keeps returning to the couple after they saw my piece "Love Wins". They did not purchase or even look over at me to comment. They simply walked off together with one resting her head on the other's shoulder and holding hands. To me this is priceless.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Friday, September 11, 2015
This is a commissioned piece for a dear friend of mine. It is an illustration of 3 Greek Goddesses Penelope, Hestia, and Artemis. I loved this excuse to tap in to my love for Greek mythology. When I was a kid I loved Greek mythology so much I decided to make a family tree of all the Greek Gods and Goddesses. It's been a delight to return to that world once more.