A little insanity in the studio

 

I know this may come as a shock to some, but this isn’t always an easy job. Sure it’s glamorous sleeping in late and walking down the hallway for my commute to work, or taking a road trip to the desert (guess I should blog about that, too) but most of the time I’m a working fool like anyone else.

 

 

I’m driven by this insane idea that I was created to create and I know from experience that I can be pretty miserable if I don’t, but I have to temper all that with making money through sales and making sales means someone has to actually like what I make and here’s the worst part – I don’t even always like what I’ve made. Okay, that may be a bit hyperbolic; honestly I only love a small percent of what I create, but I know people only buy art they love, and  I want all of my art to sell, except maybe the pieces I love the most… And the insanity creeps in again…

 

 

So here I am, working away in the studio, producing a baker’s dozen of artworks and I’m not loving them. I want to love them, I do, and I can find things I like about most of them, but really sometimes I’m just not feeling it.

 

 

Most of the time it’s just because I thought I knew how things were going to turn out, but then they don’t turn out that way. Another revelation: I can be as surprised as anyone about how a particular piece ends up. I guess there must be artists out there who know exactly what a piece will look like when they’re done, but I’m not one of them. And most of the time when I think I know, something else happens. I know, crazy woman acts like she doens’t know what she’s doing…

 

 

Yeah, that’s what I said, insanity. Before this blog post, maybe you thought I was at least sort of like the rest of the world but now I’ve gone and made it public. Please don’t report me to the authorities, because then they may lock me up and not let me play in the studio anymore and have crazy conversations with myself while I create.

 

 

At least my dogs don’t think I’m crazy.