Monday, April 14, 2008

Busy Existential Beaver.

Oy it's Monday.
Aside from that I've been an exceptionally busy beaver. On April 26th I'll be selling my wares at the Islands Fest on Davis Islands in Tampa. There will be a lot of etsy FEST people there and other fantastic Florida artists as well. Yay! Fun! I plan on bringing lots of crafty swag, sea dragon stuff and tropical themed jewelry. I've listed a bunch of this new stuff at my etsy shop if you'd like to caress it with your eyeballs I said, I'm a busy beaver.
I've also finally updated my Cafe Press store after oh, about a year. I'm really happy about the new stuff I have available there. I especially love the Death Clock. If you're so inclined please sign up for my Cafe Press newsletter mailing list over yonder in the right hand column. You'll also find a link to the shop there.

Aside from the non-stop go-go action of art-making I've been engaged in, I've been immersed in deep thought. Much of it regards formulating new strategies for success as an artist. Formulating those strategies seems to have triggered a pinch of oppositional defiance disorder. As I craft my master plan I start to wonder, when did being an artist mean becoming a grade A ass kisser in order to further your career? I mean, I know Blotto had a song in the 80's entitled "No one ever called Pablo Picasso an Asshole" but they hadn't met me apparently because I have.
The point is, Pablo Picasso was an asshole and still his work is legendary. Now, I neither seek to be legendary or an asshole but I'd be quite gratified with the happy compromise of entirely subsiting on my work without having to be my own personal PR firm. The reason I'm ready to let my little light of misanthropy shine is because all the schmoozing is getting in the way of the volume of work I need to complete.
The work is becoming voluminous because of the self-promotion, therein lies the paradox. I feel like that old commercial about cocaine abuse; "I work hard so I can do more art (cocaine) so I can work harder so I can do more art." Oy. Aren't there any old school art patrons in the house who'd like to bestow a little wiggle room upon a the hardest working woman in art business?
That's an entreaty to the universe dear reader, not you personally. Unless you're outrageously wealthy and want to be my patron of course.


Julie Ayotte said...

OMG, I was just saying the other day how I need a patron.

Also totally feeling the paradox. If I wanted to be a businessperson I wouldn't have become an artist.

Michelley said...

WERD, girly-pants...WERD.

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