Another glum rainy day in the Hudson Valley. I did not feel like going out today, and was totally into grunge. Hair in a bun. Unshowered. No bra. Old jeans and a tank top. No earrings, NO LIPSTICK.
I spent most of the day working in the studio, cleaning up messes, making cards for WHO I DON'T KNOW as no one is buying them right now and listing them in Etsy, where I sell very few. Sometimes I wonder why I keep doing it. Making these cards I mean. Few people write any more, at least not on paper, never mind blank cards that require a bit of penmanship and creativity to say something on one's own. Yet I still like making these miniature collages, and in the past they have paid my studio heating bills, though this year, I am not so sure about that.
Yet with the recent rejections of my mixed media work, the loss of a fab client, and a very slow market, I keep seeing the signs. PAINT Patti. PAINT. Fads come and go, styles and techniques go in and out of style, but paintings hold their own. And, for a long time, collage was my way of avoiding the paint, hearing that little voice clamoring in my brain saying "you're just not good enough to paint". What I have learned is that if you do enough of anything you have a passion for, you will get to be a master at it.
Perhaps it was the rejection, or the encouragement of others to keep painting, but I have been packaging up my antique paper collection into lots to sell. I will never recoup the value of this collection, especially not in this economy, but it is taking up space, and whatever I can get will be put towards my art bills. The worst thing to do is to sale out my art work, so I will liquidate my art supplies that I have collected and don't use or no longer need so that I can keep the studio open for - painting.
Tonight's little card was made after I found out that another one of my pieces was rejected. I still have a shred of hope that the other piece will make it in, but I am not holding my breath.
I will know more tomorrow!
Patti O Artist