Sometimes I have conversations with other artists about potential clients who like my refractured watercolor and mixed media skyscapes, but perhaps are reticent to buy it because it’s so different. One pointed out that such avant garde work is not for the people who care what their friends think of their taste. Sadly, those who do care are more likely to end up with something that isn’t what speaks to their soul, but something safer.
Sometimes I have conversations with other artists who will say that the show is over once 4pm (or whatever end time we have) arrives and we start packing. I usually reply that it’s not over until we’re so far down the street that we can’t see the customer in the rear view mirror waving and yelling ‘stop, I want it!’. (Yes, I have had to pull a painting out of the back of the truck.)
This blog shows that it really isn’t over until the client has forgotten your name, lost the piece of paper they wrote it on, or all their attempts to find you have fallen down the cracks between the cyber-floorboards. (Yes, I have sold paintings to people who’ve followed my blog or been on my mailing list for so long neither of us can remember where we met.)