So here are a few new pics:!!!
I know I gave this a title when I delivered it to the gallery, but for the life of me, I can't remember it. Am I the only artist who can't remember titles until I write them down several times? Poor short-term memory. Such a pain in the butt. So I made up an apropos new title... (heh)
Je mais reviens, (I will return) 6 x 12, acrylic on raised panel door, $135.This is a much better photograph of this small painting. Lots of interest in this one at the show - but no sale so far... in fact, considering that I am one of the three featured artists this month, no sales is quite a come-down.
The two pics below are from a pre-Xmas show at an "open house" event at a nearby subdivision. My gallery group from the Heritage Center was asked to exhibit en mass and I set up several paintings in the space allotted. Unfortunately, my area was backlit from the huge bank of windows making it difficult to see the art. It was cold there too! (Not a very good advert for selling the house.)
A woman walked up and looked closely at my paintings for a minute or two and then loudly proclaimed: "These are really expensive!!" Now I've been around arts festivals and exhibits and painted in public many, many times - and I've heard all sorts of crass remarks, but never have I heard anyone come right out and say that. Add to it that I believe my work to be moderately priced at most, and one might understand the little flash of anger that nearly caused a smartass-ed response. I held my tongue, and asked: "Well, how much do you think they should be?" She responded: "I really don't know." She had that right...
A woman walked up and looked closely at my paintings for a minute or two and then loudly proclaimed: "These are really expensive!!" Now I've been around arts festivals and exhibits and painted in public many, many times - and I've heard all sorts of crass remarks, but never have I heard anyone come right out and say that. Add to it that I believe my work to be moderately priced at most, and one might understand the little flash of anger that nearly caused a smartass-ed response. I held my tongue, and asked: "Well, how much do you think they should be?" She responded: "I really don't know." She had that right...




