I've made some effort at selling my crap. I've had some shows at a local bar, and I've gone to a couple of art fairs, and I have sold a few things but not many, and not often. I have this fantasy of packing up my square tomatoes and hauling them out to Mexican restaurants where I think they would make a fine decor, but two years have passed now and I haven't done that so I guess I never will.
You know, when you're doing art you are on top of the world, everything is under your control and there is a delightful surprise just after that last brushstroke, and when you come to a tough problem, inspiration slams you like lightning and what a genius you are.
But when you're trying to sell crap it's so boring and then you find yourself displaying your crap to some dumbass, clearly too dull to understand a whit of what you put into it, nervously patting his wallet and wondering if he can afford to spare the bucks whereas if it was some kind of stupid electronic gizmo he couldn't get his money out of his wallet fast enough.
You know, what would you rather be, a genius in tune with the universe, or a pitiful supplicant begging for a few bills?
Still it's a little disappointing to finish another masterpiece and then off to the closet it goes with all the other masterpieces. I'd much rather have a case of Goose Island India Pale Ale in the fridge than another masterpiece in the closet.
So I don't know.
Listening to: npr
Eating: peanut butter