Today was a weird day and I’m not quite sure what to make of it. I’ve been struggling lately with tapping into my creative center and finding purpose in my work. Not the first time, and not the end of the world either. But it’s tough when you are constantly trying to find and define your voice and more questions arise than answers.
I’ve found two solutions to this in the past. One is to pick up my camera and go. This turns on my eyes and allows me to see the world around me as the photographer I am, while turning off the doubts and ghosts in my head. The other solution is to immerse myself in some other art form, whether as a doer or as a viewer. This often is woodworking, or film, or painting, or books, or music.
Today, I did both. I grabbed my camera and headed out to Chop Suey Books in Carytown, and then the Virginia Museum of Fine Art. Not looking for anything in particular, just inspiration.
I found time as well to hit a local thrift store, which is something I enjoy doing. I usually peruse the many frames that are always there, with the department store art and scientific looking botanical prints. On this particular visit, I imagined what it would be like to see a piece of my work there. I turned the corner and saw on a shelf 10 small prints of mine, each hand signed, that I had printed, hand mounted and sent as a promotional piece to a few folks, don’t even remember to whom or how many. The box and packing materials were gone, and on the back of each was a sticker stating the price: 50 cents.
My first reaction was sadness, that my hard work had ended up for sale second hand for a paltry sum. (To be clear, these prints were never intended to sell, but to promote larger prints of the work, already framed, for display and sale-the abstract image at the top of my blog is one of the series, as a matter of a fact.) But, then I imagined the vast amount of such artwork and promotions most of the folks that were likely on my mailing list receive, and how they have to manage that. I envisioned that person clearing their office, and deciding these had some measure of value. Not being able to bring themselves to throw the pieces in the trash, they donated them. And, hence they sit on a shelf in the For the Love of Jesus Thrift Store on Midlothian Turnpike and can be had for 50 cents each. Get ’em while they last!
I’d be interested in hearing others thoughts on what I should take away from this experience. Leave me a comment!