The rent is due. It sucks, but that is the reality of life. This is most unfortunate. Do you know how much art I have to sell to pay rent all the time? A lot, and it isn't always easy to make art, much less sell it. Making and selling are two different crafts.
I didn't know what I was getting into when I decided to be an artist. I thought I was just going to make a bunch of pretty pictures, and sell them, and be happy.
The world happened, however. Things I didn't know existed at the time I started to be an artist didn't get my attention until years later.
I was incredibly naive, and I didn't know how to speak, and I am still not sure I can. I slosh my way through The English language as best as I can, and I am not even sure I do a good job of it.
To be an artist in today's world, you gotta be a good talker, a great thinker, a smooth writer, a superb business, and you gotta make some decent art on top of that. It is a lot to ask. Then, you have to find a way to stand out from the crowd. Then to sell art, everything has to be pristine, and polished, or else people won't even bother to look at it.
I've got to do something to make it all happen for me, and I've got to do it now.
I have had fun blogging, but I can't expect anything to come from adsense for quite some time. There is no way that I will be paid fairly for all of the words I write, unless my work becomes popular. To do that, I have to reach out and connect with people. That is no small task. My job is to keep going, no matter what, and perhaps over time, I will find an audience. There are a lot of people in this world who might like the views and opinions of a struggling artist, so I will work until something happens, or at least have a good time doing it.
Yup, I have to pay rent. It is a chore for me.
In case you haven't noticed, the pay for struggling artists isn't all that great. I can't really ask people for money, either. I would be ashamed of doing that, yet I have to live. I would like to sell a crapload of art, that would be fun. Maybe I will do that. It is raining today, so scratch the idea of taking paintings outside to sell. Rain water and acrylic paint don't mix too well.
The prospect of finding a regular job is starting to bother me. I am going to have to do something about that. My freelance art thing isn't exactly paying the bills. It is good, honest work when I get it, but it is rare, and that is unfortunate.
I still haven't even made my debut.
I am starting to figure out that it isn't going to do me much good that even if I was making awesome paintings that wound up in a museum someday, well, I won't be around to see that, so what is the point? I have to come up with a way that is better which works for me.
I need to cater my life to itself.
At this point, I don't even know what it is I am talking about, so maybe it is time for me to run an errand, and to take care of business.
I have a lot to chew on today. It is called a 'Reality Sandwich with pickle'.
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