Well... Phew! I didn't break any sales records but can take considerable comfort in having a respectable outing at the ArtWalk last weekend. We did pretty well and covered expenses thanks in large part to print sales. Then selling some originals helped to put some extra money in our pocket and lighten the load coming home.
I know I really shouldn't be relying on sales at an outdoor art show for personal validation of my existence on this planet - but after my absolutely dismal showing last year, I have to admit it sure was a welcome (and needed) little pad to the pride. It was also nice to see the noticeable shift in the crowd this year. It just seemed like people had actually come out to the event, even despite the rain on Sunday, with the intention or at least consideration of buying art (instead of just out to look.)
I did stock up on postcards to sell (like 3500 of the damn things!!!) and only sold 1. I wanted to cover all of my price points and figured they had been popular in the past. Apparently that had a lot more to do with offering them for free than I had realized. So I will now be including postcards with every correspondance down to bill payments for the next 30-40 years.
Anyways, I'm enjoying my summer so far - and think I've put off Cherie's intended camping expeditions as long as I can. I look forward to it but it sure seems like an exhausting task when you factor the kids in. I do think it's about time to get a fishing pole in the kids hands, however, even if it pretty well guarantees me spending the whole time untangling their fishing lines, fixing reels and replacing snared lures. My kids can't even play with a nerf ball without violence ensuing so I shudder to think of where I will likely be removing fishing hooks from. There will definitely be peroxide/rubbing alcohol, pliers and gauze included in the tackle box. And maybe even a little bourbon for Daddy.
I did go out and stock up on bear spray tonight, though. No shit. I ain't taking this bacon-flavored, butterball ass of mine into bear country without several cans of that crap holstered and readily available. It only works up to 8 meters, though, so unfortunately 'Plan B' of shrill sreaming and thoroughly soiling myself hasn't been completely removed from the table. After being informed of the limited range I immediately imagined myself emptying every canister in vain towards a bear patiently/strategically standing 8.5 meters away - all while I lightly marinade myself in a cloud of nice peppery seasoning. And I don't think the saleswoman instructing me to be sure I didn't limit the range by spraying the stuff into the wind really caught on to the blatant lack of composure I am sure to be exhibiting... Nonetheless I will now be strapping a weather vane to George`s back to keep on top of the wind direction as well (I hope I can find him one that isn't cast-iron!) Still a necessary and well-spent $75 in my opinion, though.
Take care and thanks for reading!
Rod
I know I really shouldn't be relying on sales at an outdoor art show for personal validation of my existence on this planet - but after my absolutely dismal showing last year, I have to admit it sure was a welcome (and needed) little pad to the pride. It was also nice to see the noticeable shift in the crowd this year. It just seemed like people had actually come out to the event, even despite the rain on Sunday, with the intention or at least consideration of buying art (instead of just out to look.)
I did stock up on postcards to sell (like 3500 of the damn things!!!) and only sold 1. I wanted to cover all of my price points and figured they had been popular in the past. Apparently that had a lot more to do with offering them for free than I had realized. So I will now be including postcards with every correspondance down to bill payments for the next 30-40 years.
Anyways, I'm enjoying my summer so far - and think I've put off Cherie's intended camping expeditions as long as I can. I look forward to it but it sure seems like an exhausting task when you factor the kids in. I do think it's about time to get a fishing pole in the kids hands, however, even if it pretty well guarantees me spending the whole time untangling their fishing lines, fixing reels and replacing snared lures. My kids can't even play with a nerf ball without violence ensuing so I shudder to think of where I will likely be removing fishing hooks from. There will definitely be peroxide/rubbing alcohol, pliers and gauze included in the tackle box. And maybe even a little bourbon for Daddy.
I did go out and stock up on bear spray tonight, though. No shit. I ain't taking this bacon-flavored, butterball ass of mine into bear country without several cans of that crap holstered and readily available. It only works up to 8 meters, though, so unfortunately 'Plan B' of shrill sreaming and thoroughly soiling myself hasn't been completely removed from the table. After being informed of the limited range I immediately imagined myself emptying every canister in vain towards a bear patiently/strategically standing 8.5 meters away - all while I lightly marinade myself in a cloud of nice peppery seasoning. And I don't think the saleswoman instructing me to be sure I didn't limit the range by spraying the stuff into the wind really caught on to the blatant lack of composure I am sure to be exhibiting... Nonetheless I will now be strapping a weather vane to George`s back to keep on top of the wind direction as well (I hope I can find him one that isn't cast-iron!) Still a necessary and well-spent $75 in my opinion, though.
Take care and thanks for reading!
Rod
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