I'm itchin for sales. Something. a bone... even as small as a fish bone will do. I put into this and try to craft a job out of it to keep my spirits and production up, but I do not get the return everybody says I should. In other words cold hard cash. I am satisfied in the process, but space is an issue and I've been warned about giving things away. Unless I prepare for a treasure trove at the end of a life like some of those art brut artists. eh. fantasy.
The economy is a hurdle yes, but where do I find the niche I am claiming in the purchasing public. Thus marketing and learning how to work and live as an artist. If I get picked up by a gallery, that would be wonderful and I've been saying this for at least a year: I need a better strategy, but hell finish out the strategy I've already been trying. A list of more galleries to approach and a tight presentation. I wonder if I need a house cleaning on this site, though I'd hate to lose the breadth and nature of what I have created: an online visual journal and portfolio. (Where I was, what I do and where I am going).
The motleys are finished. for now. I have two more cut that can wait till the new year to be put together. Right now I do not have the patience or time to finish by Christmas. That was the original deadline date. I did not realize they would become so involved. One is soft and one is stiff. I like the soft better for certain thing and the stiff core for others. They are also photographed and now on Etsy and in the PowerPoint presentation I've been lingering over for this month. It is done. I feel the need to double check, but I'm shooting to send out to stores come Thursday to see if they are interested.
Switchback Ivy is quickly becoming the Solar Weathervane. I'll have to take a picture to show you. I quilted some more on it and have three more rows to go which translates as six passes considering the width of area available for working in. I'm psyched and having tension problems again. They fix themselves in spots, but then it pulls after a while. I',m not sure what I am doing, but I am going with it. Beating myself in the head is more like it for not talking to him before he left. He meaning the tech that fixed the machine a few months ago.