Sometimes, as an artist, it can be so effortless, and sometimes it can be gruelling. Sometimes you don’t know if the work was not up to scratch, or the canvas was too large, or the pricing wasn’t right, or the show was not right, or the timing was not right for the person who fell in love with your work on the day.
I tend to put my head down, and keep showing up with a smile on my face, accepting the little knocks as those natural troughs and valleys that are there to be endured, or as bad luck, or as my turn to be the vessel for that disappointment.
I love a sale. The affirmation that the work is good, and appreciated, and worth the effort and that it has made someone feel good to have it and keep it.
Not making a sale, when you have put in full effort, paid to show your work, had your images and name used in advertising and promotion and not even getting a thank-you for it can feel kind of deflating. And there have been times over the years where I have had candid discussions with organisers or gallery staff and realised that it was never about the art or the artists participating – it was a money-making venture, and you were already in the balance sheet before you delivered your work. It’s not a nice feeling.
I am getting to the point now in my exhibiting career where I think I will start saying no more. Where the shows will be less frequent and more carefully considered.
With a solo booked in for April next year, and more shows lined up for this year, I am going to be very careful about what I commit to and why. It is gruelling and not always rewarding artistically or financially to do whatever presents itself (within reason).
My goals for next year include the solo at Red Hill, Finding a suitable gallery interstate, a few smaller shows that have been a pleasure to be involved with this year, and focusing more on my family, who are after all what it’s all about.
Onward and upwards. 🙂