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Selling my crap
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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.
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.
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dreamerz
4 min read
Just something I was thinking about early last fall. I was out walking through downtown around 8:30 in the morning. All these people hurrying off to work, many of the men wearing suits and carrying those awful sidebags that you know must be full of WORK. And me walking around in shorts and t shirt, hands in my pockets, nowhere in particular to go, just whatever looked interesting around the next corner, heading for an area of downtown where I haven't been for awhile.
Hazy morning, those low clouds flitting through, the city looked good, just had that feeling, you know, walking around on a cool summer morning, and around every corner the silent tops of buildings looming into view. And those suits hurrying hither and yon, in straight lines, the shortest distance between two points, their heads filled with thoughts of the day ahead, things to do, people to see. Ah, I had been like them once, head full of the day's work as the Archer bus hurtled towards downtown. But I had never liked it, you know, renting out that part of my brain that should have been wandering for a paycheck Was I the only one who felt that way? Those around me, didn't seem to have any such regrets, in casual conversation, they didn't show any indications that their minds would want to be wandering.
In Thailand they have monks. They wear orange robes and carry begging bowls and walk through the populace and people give them money. I'm not sure why they give them money. Is it a purgatory thing, do their souls get some good karma? I'd like to think rather that it is kind of a spiritual thing, they know that there is something missing in their day to day lives, something vague that they only glimpse sometimes, maybe upon waking in the morning, maybe on the bus lost in thought, maybe in the evenings turning away from that tiresome tv with a sigh. A place where maybe they would like to go, but it's all misty and trackless and should they step into it maybe they could never get back to their day to day lives and do the things that they need to get done, and so it's easier to just drop a little money in the bowl and feel that some kind of debt is being paid, somehow whatever those geeks are doing is oh, contributing to the harmony of the universe, and just somehow making things better for everybody.
So maybe a kind of science fiction story, a future society like say, Singapore, where everybody is straight-laced and industrious and moderately wealthy, so that nobody minds dropping a few coins in a bowl, just to keep everything in harmony, just to keep everything going.
And the dreamerz, what would they do? Well nothing spelled out. One would think they would do art, writing, visual art, music, and it would all go into some kind of repository where anybody could take out of it for free. The dreamerz would deposit into in anonymously. Maybe some of the art would become popular, maybe some of it would never be looked at, but it wouldn't matter to the dreamerz, indeed they wouldn't want to know, popularity would only corrupt their art.
The lives of the dreamerz would be modest, they would have enough to eat and a place to live, neither one very fancy, but sufficient, and they would have all that free time to dream. When the givers, that's what the dreamerz would call them, but maybe not the way they would think of themselves, like the way Jews call others gentiles, but the gentiles don't give that name to themselves, donated they would not know if this was an artist whose work they liked and took out of the repository frequently or whose work they had never even looked at, so that popular or not, the dreamerz would all be at the same level.
Except that they would all have some number, like a social security number, so that when the givers took out art from the repository they could look for their favorites, and somewhere this would be tracked, and when it reached a certain level, they would be approached and they could choose to leave the dreamerz and go commercial, which could mean they could become wealthy and popular and extend their art, wider audience, better materials, or they could choose to remain dreamerz.
was thinking this site is maybe a little like that, you just post your stuff and who knows who looks at it and what they think about it, and that shouldn't matter, should it?
Hazy morning, those low clouds flitting through, the city looked good, just had that feeling, you know, walking around on a cool summer morning, and around every corner the silent tops of buildings looming into view. And those suits hurrying hither and yon, in straight lines, the shortest distance between two points, their heads filled with thoughts of the day ahead, things to do, people to see. Ah, I had been like them once, head full of the day's work as the Archer bus hurtled towards downtown. But I had never liked it, you know, renting out that part of my brain that should have been wandering for a paycheck Was I the only one who felt that way? Those around me, didn't seem to have any such regrets, in casual conversation, they didn't show any indications that their minds would want to be wandering.
In Thailand they have monks. They wear orange robes and carry begging bowls and walk through the populace and people give them money. I'm not sure why they give them money. Is it a purgatory thing, do their souls get some good karma? I'd like to think rather that it is kind of a spiritual thing, they know that there is something missing in their day to day lives, something vague that they only glimpse sometimes, maybe upon waking in the morning, maybe on the bus lost in thought, maybe in the evenings turning away from that tiresome tv with a sigh. A place where maybe they would like to go, but it's all misty and trackless and should they step into it maybe they could never get back to their day to day lives and do the things that they need to get done, and so it's easier to just drop a little money in the bowl and feel that some kind of debt is being paid, somehow whatever those geeks are doing is oh, contributing to the harmony of the universe, and just somehow making things better for everybody.
So maybe a kind of science fiction story, a future society like say, Singapore, where everybody is straight-laced and industrious and moderately wealthy, so that nobody minds dropping a few coins in a bowl, just to keep everything in harmony, just to keep everything going.
And the dreamerz, what would they do? Well nothing spelled out. One would think they would do art, writing, visual art, music, and it would all go into some kind of repository where anybody could take out of it for free. The dreamerz would deposit into in anonymously. Maybe some of the art would become popular, maybe some of it would never be looked at, but it wouldn't matter to the dreamerz, indeed they wouldn't want to know, popularity would only corrupt their art.
The lives of the dreamerz would be modest, they would have enough to eat and a place to live, neither one very fancy, but sufficient, and they would have all that free time to dream. When the givers, that's what the dreamerz would call them, but maybe not the way they would think of themselves, like the way Jews call others gentiles, but the gentiles don't give that name to themselves, donated they would not know if this was an artist whose work they liked and took out of the repository frequently or whose work they had never even looked at, so that popular or not, the dreamerz would all be at the same level.
Except that they would all have some number, like a social security number, so that when the givers took out art from the repository they could look for their favorites, and somewhere this would be tracked, and when it reached a certain level, they would be approached and they could choose to leave the dreamerz and go commercial, which could mean they could become wealthy and popular and extend their art, wider audience, better materials, or they could choose to remain dreamerz.
was thinking this site is maybe a little like that, you just post your stuff and who knows who looks at it and what they think about it, and that shouldn't matter, should it?
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