this artist online and really loved her work. This girl is the same age as Wesley, she is selling her art and she accepts commissions for a minimal charge. Wesley commissioned her for a drawing of a vietnam soldier. I didn't post a photo of the drawing she got because that is Wesley's personal story to tell, but I will just say that when I saw it, I started having chills on my face and they ran down my arms. It was a very emotional drawing and really well executed. I think this girl has the potential to be an important artist and Wesley will own one of her early works. I love that Wes found this girl, they have never met, never spoken to each other, but they now have this very personal connection through art. I also love that this young girl takes commissions and is making money doing something she loves and my child is supporting her.
My art, on the other hand, is at a complete stand still. I pulled the work I had in Outsiders Gallery yesterday. Pam, the owner, is a very sweet person and the gallery has some very wonderful art, I just don't feel like what I had in there was right for that space and nothing was selling. I'm not sure why, I looked at the pieces with fresh eyes yesterday and they are really great. I may get off my lazy ass and put them in my etsy shop. I really just don't know about this gallery business or any of this pottery selling business for that matter. I find the whole process of selling and promoting my work irritating. I want to make it, I want people to own it and love it, I just don't want to go through the selling of it. What I love are the emails saying "will you make a piece for me?" What I don't love is being a clay artist in NC. I knew this funk was going to come on when I went to see the show at the Greenhill Center. It happens every time I see great pottery. It goes like this: oh I love that glaze, oh that color is fantastic, oh that shape is amazing. I want to put some slip on something and draw on it, I want to use bright colors, I want to make some cups, I want to make a slab built tray, I want to do some wall tiles, I want to raku some vases, I want to fire a wood kiln, I want to make some pendants, I want to make some books, I want to weave a rug, I want to paint some watercolors, GOD! My head feels like it will explode. So instead, I sit and watch the Tour de France and do nothing but cook some good food for my family, paint some rooms, wash endless loads of laundry, anything but try something that I have seen. And then it occurs to me. These things I have seen speak to me but they are not of me. They don't tell my story, and if I came back to my studio and put some white slip or colored stains on some red clay, it would be a poor imitation of all of the multitudes of potters that are already doing that well. It's hard doing clay here in NC. It seems that everyone you meet is a potter or taking a pottery class. There is so much very good pottery being made in this state, that I sometimes wonder why I even bother. It's competitive, there is a certain "clique" factor that I really don't care for and this place is saturated with clay. I love making my houses, they do speak to me and I like them a lot. When I keep my head down and just work, I'm fine. It's when I get out there and look around that I get in trouble. So the time has come to get back to the studio, I have some pieces that I have to get done, so I need to get all of those other artists out of my head and do what speaks of ME.