The Crazy Way Things Go
I keep promising new photos on Trishtown and I will get them up soon. I keep saying that but at the same time I keep really meaning it.
Just sent progress photos to my clients for the bathtub/trade thing. Actually I plunged into that promise head first and it is working out incredibly well so far. The painting, I mean. I am loathe to do commissions but I am so much the better painter than I was just five years ago.
Five years ago I began my first painting in nine years. Incidentally, it is the one I am copying now for my clients! Curiously enough.
For the nine years before that breakthrough painting I’d been doing assemblage art, installation art, conceptual art. All fun and all good and all quite satisfying. But I moved a lot. And I found myself being very poor, with little furniture or functional household goods, moving often with literally tons of crazy stuff like rusty wire, chains, wheels, wagons, toys, tools, barn wood, house parts, yes, even doors and old, weathered parts of cars. Gaaaa! I still love that stuff—and I WILL pull over for a well-formed tumbleweed, but I had to get realistic about my art. And the amount of cool, rusty, crap I could actually keep.
I'm still near tears sometimes about the things I had to give away. Because they were all steller items, antiques, artifacts. Not just because I need them now but because I realize I have a good eye for such, and I probably gave away my down payment on that property I covet next door! Sigh.
Everyone LOVED my installation work. It’s not something you can sell, move, or really, most times, even re-install.
So, after graduating in painting, and having much fun doing what I’ll call “living” art, I went back to painting. And, as is the case, when one truly focuses, it has been a great success. It could be a greater monetary success, but it is tracking there and it will be. It has certainly been a great personal success and fulfillment.
And now I just need a couple large painting sales to get me through to fall.
Cause I’m thinking the hotel thing isn’t going to make it, really, and sadly. They seem to actually be shoestring—my pleas for tech support and other issues have gone unanswered for days! WTF? We press on.
Perhaps it’s best to re-focus on painting, quit thinking jobs, think painting. That, in trade or print or painting, seems to be panning out.
However, I'm really needing to know where my half is coming from this month. Art. It's coming from art, I WILL have a painting sale, thank you very much, and now will all you pagans face the reindeer and pray for me?
I cannot tell you how many hours of frustration and high blood pressure and driving my poor, sweet husband away from me that hotel/tech problem thing has caused. My wonderful new friend Joan gave her resignation tonight. I am not giving up yet but, truthfully, I may not be far behind. And if nothing else, we've both made a great new friend! Maybe that was the whole point of this entire debacle.
It’s just what do you expend and what do you get factor. Right now? They are in the red in a way I really don’t ever see recovering. I suspect they stack the phones too. Like I only got 7 calls in 8 hours? If that’s really true they don’t even need me on shift, they need voice mail. It’s a complete waste of my time.
Which is truly sad. We could have been so great for each other if only they were there for us.
I’d given the hotel thing a hard think and I’d closely come to the conclusion that it might not work (mostly due to lack of tech support and communication in general--if I don't have the systems I can't work. If they can't help me to set them up.....Duh).
However, upon my arrival home is a message in my mailbox that a very special person has decided that she needs to buy one of my paintings. Could not have happened on a better day.
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