Monday, January 18, 2016

welcome to the small time

  I recently read an article written about those artists who are considered the up and coming, hot new, most promising new (pick your descriptors) artists who are getting the most attention and gallery shows. Quite a few of them come from very wealthy families, some others come from families that at least one parent is fairly high in a corporation (or a doctor, lawyer) and a small number have come from abject poverty, coming to fame by alternative art means.
  Many of the more successful quilters I observe are enjoying it as a second career, either their own or spending years as the supportive homemaker for their successful spouse. They travel, They have disposable income. They are taking this time to step out from behind the curtain and do what they want and what they want is to be creative.
  I don't know what to think about all of this, personally. It feels a bit like the entire game has been rigged for my failure and I'm the last to catch on. It's a bit depressing really, except that, as odd as it may sound and seem, I technically am making a wage being an artist. It might not be fine art, but it's a lot better than when I worked slicing baloney in that I get to draw everyday and not slice baloney.
  I still get a chance to make my own art and I suppose I'm the one that puts pressure on myself for it to be art that is sellable. There are times when I flip flop about being more soulful and deliberate in my creations and then times when outside timelines influence my work.
  I have spent my first week (ish) from work almost scattershooting my approach to art. I've started on one quilt, 2 collages, one painting and two sculptures. None of them are what I want them to be (except learning curves) and so I am telling myself to slow down, pay attention and make something that speaks from me.


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