Reflections
Syd's ThoughtsI dunno. Seemed fine to me. I sold some work to my parents, which doesn’t really count I guess. But, it’s nice of them to support me. They’ve always supported my work, and I really appreciate them. I almost sold a big piece to one of those guys from New York - or at least he was looking at it for such a long time that I felt sure he was about to buy. I might have scared him off a little bit, when I got kind of too close to him while he was looking. I was just, I dunno, kind of excited and didn’t want to let him get away.
So I guess it was kind of my fault when I bumped him. But I don’t think he got hurt or anything... and the coffee won’t really stain so much because his jacket was black. |
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Prudence's Worries
What a complete disaster. I don’t even know where to begin. From the initial planning all the way through, it was just one bumbling mistake after another.
Here are just a few, a few mind you, of the problems: the space was a total and complete mess. Everyone’s supplies and crap were all just pushed back against the wall. Nanci and I were the only ones that even came close to tidying up our workspaces.
There was no plan whatsoever for how to handle customers. It was just: “Oh you want to buy something? Fine, good luck locating the artist to sell it to you!”
And Syd! I could’ve killed him when he assaulted the New York gallery owner I’d invited. I worked for months to cultivate that relationship, only to have him practically mobbed by dear old Sydzie boy!
And then, I find out my New York contact only came up because he wanted to meet Art. Art Art Art. Everyone just loves Art. But of course Art was too baked to even register the importance of meeting this guy.
Aaarghh! It just makes me crazy even thinking about it all!
Here are just a few, a few mind you, of the problems: the space was a total and complete mess. Everyone’s supplies and crap were all just pushed back against the wall. Nanci and I were the only ones that even came close to tidying up our workspaces.
There was no plan whatsoever for how to handle customers. It was just: “Oh you want to buy something? Fine, good luck locating the artist to sell it to you!”
And Syd! I could’ve killed him when he assaulted the New York gallery owner I’d invited. I worked for months to cultivate that relationship, only to have him practically mobbed by dear old Sydzie boy!
And then, I find out my New York contact only came up because he wanted to meet Art. Art Art Art. Everyone just loves Art. But of course Art was too baked to even register the importance of meeting this guy.
Aaarghh! It just makes me crazy even thinking about it all!
Nanci's Review
I’d say, given all that we had to do to get ready, it went off okay. I sold a piece, a small piece, but a sale nonetheless, to one of the people who came up from New York. That was really exciting for me because it was the first piece I’ve sold outside of my circle of family and friends. Pretty much most of my work is sold through word of mouth to someone who either knows me or is only one degree of separation away. So I felt pretty happy, all in all.
I know we’ll need to tighten things up a bit if we want to do future shows. For example, here are some ideas I want to bring up to the group for next time:
We should have had a schedule, and copies of a price list or something, so that everyone can know what each other is selling. That way we can be more knowledgeable about each other’s work, which will probably lead to more sales.
Also, I was thinking we should have some sort of a collective bank account. I was thinking we could each contribute a certain amount each month to a common account. Then we could use that account when we need to pay for common expenses. In this show, I know I spent some money buying wine and I also bought a new broom so we could sweep up before the show. I know others bought some things as well, but I don’t really know how much others contributed. I guess I just kind of trust that everyone’s trying to be fair and will do the right thing.
I know we’ll need to tighten things up a bit if we want to do future shows. For example, here are some ideas I want to bring up to the group for next time:
We should have had a schedule, and copies of a price list or something, so that everyone can know what each other is selling. That way we can be more knowledgeable about each other’s work, which will probably lead to more sales.
Also, I was thinking we should have some sort of a collective bank account. I was thinking we could each contribute a certain amount each month to a common account. Then we could use that account when we need to pay for common expenses. In this show, I know I spent some money buying wine and I also bought a new broom so we could sweep up before the show. I know others bought some things as well, but I don’t really know how much others contributed. I guess I just kind of trust that everyone’s trying to be fair and will do the right thing.
Art's Trip Dood, that art show was kind of a trip. I had a good time. Met some dudes from some big gallery somewhere, which was cool. But I just get so nervous whenever anyone makes me talk about myself. I don’t even want to deal with it. I just wish I could make some paintings and then let the rest take care of itself. But, I know that’s not really realistic, so I try to talk with people. But when they start giving me so much attention, I just kind of freeze up and get all self-conscious and keep forgetting stuff. I know everyone just thinks I’m stoned all the time... which is true, I guess. But, I just never much liked talking about myself. Everything I want to say is right there in my paintings... if that makes any sense.
I thought the high point was when Syd bounced around that jerk from New York. The guy was just such a weasel, kept asking me if I had anyone taking care of me and wasn’t it just dandy that he just happens to know all about the art business. |
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Nunzio, where for art thou?
Nunzio? Well, he was AWOL. If you see him, tell him we need him.