Pricing your art (and soul).
As both a curator and an artist, it's come to my attention that pricing artwork is a bit of a soul crushing exercise. There's no real formula or method I've come across that is a 'one-size-fits-all' approach. On one hand, if I underprice my artwork and it sells, I don't make as much sweet sweet cashola. But if I price it too high, it might not sell at all. And what if other people think my work isn't good enough to justify the price? Or what if I price it too low and people t
Occupying your ear holes.
While my eyes and hands are occupied on a painting, my poor little ears need to find stimulation elsewhere. Not sure about everyone else, but listening to music while I paint doesn't really do it for me. I'm not sure why! At some point over the last year or so, someone suggested a podcast to me. I was like... podcast? Who listens to podcasts? Lame people - that's who. Little did I know, it was in fact I who was the huge ball of lameness. Why didn't anyone tell me sooner that
My painting muscles hurt.
As a full time artist (who holds down five casual jobs on the side) my body is struggling to keep up with my artistic pursuits. It's not like I'm running marathons, building giant concrete sculptures or drawing aerobically - we're talking 30x30cm boards here. You'd think there wouldn't be that much physical strain involved. Crickey - how I wish that were true! Before I realised how physically crippling art making could be, I used to push myself harder and try to work through
Howdy and welcome!
Greetings and salutations! As I tinker away in my solitary studio on this fine Tuesday morning, I find myself overcome with the need to connect with others and share my love of art. Being an artist is often a lonely venture, spending most of the day painting on my own. Which is amazing, don't get me wrong. There's nothing I cherish more than delving into a painting and focusing on nothing and no one else. But heck, I thought it would be nice to document some of my artistic li