In an unusual moment of determination and organization, I decided to follow through on plans to make limited edition prints of my work available. Through a recommendation from friend and artist Joe White, I was directed to an experienced, meticulous, and wonderful local printer called John Sheridan who patiently and generously answered all my questions, quelled all my fears, and in record-time produced beautiful archival prints of my work from scans that he picked over, tweaked, and polished until you couldn’t tell the difference between the print and the original. If anyone needs some printing done, I can’t recommend him highly enough.
Anyway, here’s the link, and below are the images that are now available in print.
Sorry about the watermarks – obviously they’ll be removed in the prints.
So, now that I have said prints, what to do with them? I opened an etsy store, posted photos of the prints, and now I sit back and wait for the $$$ and accolades to roll in, right? Not so.
It seems that in today’s over-connected wired world there are many tools available for self-promotion and we are expected to use them or perish. I thought I was terribly clever for even opening an etsy store, but it turns out I should now be tweeting, FBing, blogging, posting on other people’s blogs, and generally getting all up in everyone’s face to promote my work. Kind of reminds me of the local outdoor market where I grew up. As customers would walk past each stall they’d be screamed at by lunatic sellers who were desperately trying to be heard above the din of other lunatics screaming why their wares were best. And there was always a stall that had a crowd of people oo-ing and ah-ing around it. This seller by no means had the best product, he or she just had the best shtick. They jumped and hooted and grinned and flirted and gesticulated wildly. Anything to get attention. I believe I must become the cyber-version of this ware-flogging performing monkey to bring people to my stall. And everyone is so used to this approach by now that if I don’t, and instead try to act in a civilized manner and rely on the quality of my goods, I and my work will quietly fade into oblivion. Ah, the cult of personality.
This is why galleries are so awesome, and why my next step must be to find one (or a few) to represent me. They exist in a different market. One in which wine and cheese abound, people get dressed up to visit, and the work is the focus of attention. Maybe gallerists shop on Etsy too? Roll-up, roll-up!