Wednesday, June 19, 2013
It's been weeks and weeks of head-down, focused hard work in the studio. Not the painting room, but the dirty, dusty, messy room where casting, carving and sanding take place. And not the "difficult" work of metaphor or story lines but the "hard" work of chemistry and physical labor. Because that's a lot of what being a sculptor is. Chemistry and physical labor.
And it's been good. Mostly.
My hands don't look great but my mind is clear. I've told you before that sometimes this job doesn't seem like a job at all. Sometimes this job is a couple of hours of thinking while floating on a raft in the pool. But other times this job is a thirteen-hour day in my own personal sweat shop, doing repetitive labor.
But oh how, after all these years, I am an expert at what I do. On all sides. From conception to execution to managing to marketing.
And everything in between.
And no, I haven't been here. I think sometimes, that I've already said everything I had to say on this blog. Other times, I think whatever I have to say will be better said in some other format - like books.
Mostly I don't think that much about it. When I have something to say, I put up a blurb on FaceBook and have done with it. Because it's easy and fast. There's immediate gratification of "likes" and comments.
It's not the same as writing here. It's sort of like the difference between reading a book and reading an electronic version of a book on Kindle.
The satisfaction of reading a paper book and writing here is deeper. Somehow.
So yes. I'm a well of information on the limited subject of being a sculptor, being an artist, making a living at it and managing to find inspiration to keep it all going.
I can tell you how to avoid air bubbles in a mold, how to pull an idea out of thin air, how to cope with depression, how to skin a catfish or grow squash. How to create a profit and loss statement. How to sell prints at a convention.
I'm coming up on 25 years. Twenty five. Of making art and making a living at it. Of finding meaning in it.
Ask me something. How can I help you? I want to, if I can.
Posted by lisa at 11:52 PM