So, people ask me why I don't paint on canvas.
I tell them I have canvases at home, but they are too big to bring on my bike.
I actually have brought in canvases for sale at the bar where I sell my originals, but no one has bought them. Most people can't drop $100 for a small canvas anyway, so there is no point to bring them in. Besides, they get damaged easily when I transport them. Works on paper can take more abuse.
Some women I met, who said my work was better than the crap they just saw at an art show wanted to see my webpage, and I said, "What's The Point? I'm right here!"
I don't care much about websites. I feel pigeon-holed by them every time I make one, and they get out-dated within a day. Blogs work out much better for me.
Anyhow, so there is that....those women didn't buy anything anyhow.
I meet two kinds of people. Those that buy, and those who talk a lot, and buy nothing.
The third kind of person I don't meet, because they just stand and stare, and walk away even when I say hello to them.
There was one Latino guy, and he was giving me a look. They have a hard-on about art, you know. It is in the blood, and in their culture, much more than the White American thing I am doing. They are passionate, whereas a lot of white artists are soulless and clinical.
So, he didn't say anything. He just did his 'territorial bastard thing', and left. No kind words from that guy.
He probably felt I had no right to make art in a predominantly Mexican neighborhood, but all I see are kids doing graffiti and a badly-drawn mural here and there.
Then there is the problem I have of 'finished artwork'. Basically, I sell 'unfinished artwork'. It is done when somebody forks over cash for it. I've taken myself out of the equation. It is easier that way.
I will keep on working on something, so it is a relief when somebody takes a piece off of my hands. It means I don't have to deal with it anymore.
I keep thinking of bringing in some of my artwork to a real gallery, but I know they will a) give me a funny look because of the paint on my pants and my disheveled appearance, and b) reject me.
Someday I will find some woman in a power business suit with 'f-me' pumps to go into galleries to get me gigs. That is my plan. It should work, if my artwork is up to par. But yeah, there is no point to represent myself.
Oh yeah, I forgot...art galleries these days won't even look at your work unless you have a master's degree. I don't have one, and will never get one, so screw it.
There is one way around it, and that is if you are famous enough, and if it is guaranteed that you can make the gallery money, they don't care if you have a Master's Degree.
I'm not a big fan of galleries taking 50-60% for each sale, anyhow.
I would rather do the whole thing myself.
Most people just go to art shows for the free wine and to pick up on chicks. That is about it.
I'm not into these stupid 'Art Walks' they have in San Francisco. The artist and his studio becomes a zoo/freak show exhibit for older people who have nothing better to do.
It is funny, and poignant, though, that a lot of people get into going to art exhibits and museums in their 50's and 60's. After they raise their families, they love going to art shows, especially ones that are well-curated. They love the audio tours, too. I feel the love, and their interest in the subject. But I know deep down inside that most people have never spent a full day working with a drawing pad or sketchbook. I can't complain, though. At least they do begin to appreciate art, and hopefully, by that age, they will have the bucks to purchase some of my art so I don't have to die, starve to death, or go homeless, and then die.
One more thing...a friend of mine by the name of Mark Collins, pointed out all the dogs that were in the art of The Dutch Masters. I hadn't noticed that before. So, from now on, I am putting in more dogs in my art.
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