This year I wanted to really begin to focus my art more on things I enjoyed making and less on "something for your granny"; to ditch scarves or generic earrings - gifts that would appeal to the masses- in favor of bigger pottery pieces and jewelry items I really like (and will wear if they don't sell). The risk paid off, and my own personal sales shot up by about 50% over last year. It felt good. No, wait,
IT FELT GREAT!
But to make that happen, I had to spend 4 hours a night, usually 6 nights a week, for about 8 months, in the studio. In the final weeks before THE SALE, I was in the studio up to 15 hours a day. I got three things out of this schedule:
* A studio-load of pottery and jewelry, of which I am very proud.
* A repetitive stress injury to my neck from having my head hanging over my lap for 40+ hours a week.
* A sadly neglected blog.
Which wouldn't bother me so much... if it didn't BOTHER me so much!!! This is (sadly) my journal. It is our family history. It is where I catalog the memories that my rusty lobes refuse to record! Without my blog, I seriously can only remember general events, like "went to Southern California", and no details. It's like looking at a blurry photo. It makes me sad.
So, my fellow Resolution Makers, this is mine:
(and now that I've said it I actually have to do it... some call it accountability, I call it how embarrassing if I don't!!!)
A note about the piece of pottery above: I made eight items in this style; my take on Sgraffito, a process where black liquid-clay is painted over white clay, and then carved into to reveal the white clay beneath. It's a very sexy process. I sold most of them before they were even completed, and had a few folks jockeying for the same pieces. It was so exciting! Well, exciting like really polite snail races, if you're really into snail races, and if your snail is going to be bringing in a shell full of cash at the end (I'm picturing a little smiling snail with a wreath of flowers around his neck, like at the Kentucky Derby).
This particular little pretty (the pot, not the snail) went to live with my hubby's co-worker, who, upon seeing a photo, declared it to be hers! I LOVE letting my pottery babies go to live with people who love them that much!
And on a second note, one of the pieces took me 32 hours to carve, so GO, SNAIL, GO!!!!