I’ve grown to dislike trying to market or sell my work; sales do happen now and again, but never to the point of making me become an artist full time. I’ve become content purely exhibiting. But taking part in something marketed strictly as a sale for a paltry sum of $40 with my work still there on day 2 with the bizarre thong painting keeping me company among others, is killing me inside.
I hope someone out there really likes Siamese cats and has a hankering to own my work, because it is by far the worst feeling to have to “pick up” what absolutely no one wanted.
I am an artist.
Just not a successful one.
Perhaps, that’s also why I take great pleasure in dipping my feet into all disciplines of the arts. perhaps if I specialized I’d be far more successful ?
Perhaps if I was a realist ?
I don’t know. I do truly appreciate all the likes and comments and follows, it is truly an amazing and enriching experience to have your work admired on an international level than it will ever be to have deep pocket$ on a national level.
Something in my head always manages to find the positive to latch onto, that’s a Godsend.
With ❤ Matt
And just like that Serenkitty sold, to a close friend who had issues with the seller. I feel much better trying to sell work on my own as opposed to thru a show.