I was poking around on Etsy today, thinking about when I'm going to get more work done in the studio and when I'm going to get up the nerve to post art for sale. I saw a feature (new, or I just never noticed it before) that allows the visitor to select a few sites to look at that are waiting for their first sale. I'm wicked, evil and mean, but I have to say it. Some of it was just terribly unappealing! I mean it was so unappealing and simple that I thought surely it was a cute little kid who'd been encouraged by their mother to try to sell their work, inspiring me to look at the cutie's blog. Wrong.
The blog is written by someone who just really likes making art. Good for her. She is quite prolific in her production, which is more than I can say for myself. Once again, I am reminded that art is not a competitive sport. There is joy in the making which lives in a whole separate world away from art being made to please someone else's eyes. So I am ashamed of myself for being critical, worried again (because that's what I do so well!) that others will think the same of my work, yet inspired to kick myself in the fanny and get moving.
Today I am going to commit to some studio time. I'm not sure what I'll do yet, but I will get paint on my hands. Maybe it's time to pull out one of my millions of books intended as instruction in technique and inspiration and just DO something. In the past I have committed myself to posting a photo at the end of the day to put pressure on myself to get something done. That's a habit I should keep up. We'll see what I can accomplish.
