I will begin my conversation on weekly art festivals with these photos of me from above. A fellow artist came by and took a bunch of pics. I pretended to be a tiger, to walk down some fake stairs, a serious Lolita face… It was all about laughing and being silly. That’s the cool part of being with a group of artists.
The other part is that it is TOUGH, EXHAUSTING, GRUELING, WORK.
I just never realized how tough it could be.
In a matter of a few hours you have to:
1.Gut your car
2.Load a tent, walls, weights and about ten crates of items to sell.
3. Get to festival site. Unload tent, walls, weights and ten crates of artwork.
4. Set up booth and make it look as beautiful as you possibly can in 40 minutes.
5. Smile, be friendly and talk about yourself and your artwork for 4 hours.
6. Pack up entire booth in pitch darkness.
7. Load tent, walls, weights and ten crates of art materials back into car.
8. Drive home at 9:30pm and Unload tent, wall, weights and ten crates so you can use your car again in the morning to ferry your kids :)
I am telling you selling your wares, in a booth, at a weekly festival, is TOUGH, EXHAUSTING and GRUELING WORK.
What makes it do-able. LAUGHTER! LAUGHTER! LAUGHTER!
I simply crack jokes. Find something – anything – to engage and talk to passers-by.
Being completely silly with the artists to my left and to my right. That’s how I get through the grueling work.
Here were some photos from my booth. mind you it was dusk under a tent, so they aren’t the best, but you can catch a glimpse of some of the things I was selling.
Ask me if I’d do it again?
Today I’d tell you – HECK NO!
Ask me in February and I’ll say “oh yeah, that was really funny…I could do that again…”
It happens every year. Winter amnesia.
If I’m being serious. I have two thoughts about it.
- There has to be a better way to get my art out to people without it having to take such a physical toll on my mind and on my body.
- If I did it again, I’d REALLY have to go through my books, figure out what sold the most and streamline what I bring. I brought too much every week and it almost killed me!
At the moment, I am philosophising on -THERE HAS TO BE A BETTER WAY.
I am going to find it darn it. Just you watch!