I've put myself in a bit of a pickle, I think. I now have two sites, one for the photographs from my surfing series, and this one. The photo site, which I have not promoted other than here, gets more hits every day. There are two reasons. One is word of mouth. People tell people, put links on FaceBook and other places, and the list grows. The other is that people see the images on some Google searches and they come. Quite a few. There is very little writing there, and people probably appreciate that.
This site has been growing, too. Most people come to see the images, I think. I have been linked to some larger photography sites lately, and I don't believe those people are going to spend time trying to figure out the what the hell is going on with the writing.
That's cool, but I have only been working on the surfing series lately, so that is all I have other than the faux-anthropology series which has been on hold for awhile. Consequently, I've been paying rent on a studio that I am barely using and the images I am posting here are a parallel universe of the photos on the other site.
Worse, I've not been able to write lately.
Yesterday I got news that a local Chamber of Commerce fellow is taking a busload of people around town to museums and galleries and wants to stop at the little complex that my studio is in (there are some artists who make a lot of money with their art who have studios there--real artists) to let them look around. That is wonderful, but how much is it going to cost me to frame my series? Apparently there is an opportunity here, but I've never charged anybody any money for anything I've done in my life, so I am a little anxious about this whole thing. And it will be a lot of work to get done in the next month.
Meanwhile, my job is bad and my life worse. I am in a fog about what to do.
I feel the flu is leaving me a bit now, though, so I may get back some productivity, and that could stimulate a change of attitude. Tthe temperature is supposed to drop for a few days. That should help, too. I took a walk last night before dinner around my little village in the blue and purple light. The light, if nothing else, is becoming autumnal. And the sounds are a bit, too. Two nights ago it rained a good, long while. After the rain, a lone frog cried out for hours trying to find a mate. I never heard a response, just the lone frog voice seeking a companion. That darned frog nearly sent me over the edge with its plaintive reminder.
Now the sun is up, the coffee drunk. I've been worrying in the dark. It is time for a walk.
Bro, sounds like a good opportunity for you. You'll never know untill you try.
ReplyDeleteGo For It, no pain no gain:)
let us know how it went, I have no doubt you can hang with the "real" artist.
Pulling for you from bama!
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Other People's Troubles are So Much More Interesting Than My Own...you'll be fine, I know, because of who you are and how you think but I'm worried about that frog.
ReplyDeleteHey - I don't know where I found you - a link from another blog. Anyway, just wanted to encourage you a bit. Much of what you're feeling may be attributable to illness. It really affects the mind, more than you think.
ReplyDeleteRegarding your opportunity. It's great - jump on it. But you don't need to spend a lot of money. Buy some backing boards (foam core) and plastic, sealable bags (I use documounts) and just bag 'em up with a card and a description or statement about the series. Hang some "working prints" on the wall with thumbtacks (or magnets - pound roofing nails into wall at corners of photo).
Anyway - good luck and chin up!
D, Trepidation becomes a way of life after awhile. But I'll muster up something.
ReplyDeleteR, Yes, other people's troubles are always more interesting and funny. I was wrong when I said boring, though I must quit whining now. Ultimately, it is an unattractive quality.
DAC, Thanks for the sound advice. I went to your site and like the project a lot. I will have to spend some time catching up on it, reading. Thanks.
Oh, and that frog is not calling any more. I think it died from loneliness and a broken heart.
ReplyDeleteOh no...I can relate...or maybe if we want to be cautiously optimistic (not something I excel in) he may have found his mate and is deliriously happy somewhere in the pond!
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