Waiting for scan results has me creatively blocked. In fact I don’t seem to be able to settle to much of anything at the moment – even tasks that have a hard and important deadline – like submitting accounts to Companies House! I want to be in the studio but there’s no sense of focus and I can’t afford to simply faff about.
I keep hearing that my work is beautiful, which is lovely – of course it is. Even better, I have recently been told by two people (who have no connection to each other) that the reason they love it is that it’s ‘real art’. But although it is beautiful, real art, it is not selling.
I know my paintings are not over-priced.
Maybe they’re under-priced?
It’s so hard to tell, because it’s rather like being asked to assign a monetary value to one of my children. I’m determined to continue to create work that feels authentic to me, even if that means it’s a bit awkward, even difficult, but I wish I did not have to feel like that was totally self-indulgent. I don’t want to worry about my work selling, I just want to make it. This is not practical. Money is not a massive worry at the moment. We can manage with just the one salary coming in. However, storage is going to become an issue. Where to put all this beautiful real art. Maybe working on paper, un-stretched canvas and un-cradled panels is the way forward.
But at the moment I don’t even have the ability to make simple colour swatches (my go-to activity when I’m blocked). I can’t help thinking I’m wasting precious time binge-watching Netflix documentaries day after day. I’m the world’s worst for spoilers, constantly Googling any film I am watching, hoping Wikipedia has a plot summary. I love surprises in art but not at all in life. I wish I could Google the ending of this…