Do you ever have one of those moments when you're like, "Wow! I'm not fucking good at my job. Why do I expect I'll get paid?"
Okay, maybe not quite like that, but some variation on the theme.
But for me, I look at my work sometimes and think everything I've ever done is complete and total crap. Why would anyone in their right mind want to buy anything I've ever made?
Perhaps that's my problem. I'm attempting to cater to a very small crowd: the sane, well-adjusted, non-neurotic, well-off patrons of the arts. Really, aren't the ones who actually do provide a good amount of funding for artists, aren't they themselves quite batty in the belfry, so to speak? Maybe I should remember that the people who may really like my stuff are going to be just as crazy if not more so than myself (which is possibly certifiable). Maybe I'll make it into the DSM-V as a criteria for diagnosis: "purchases art from TJL". That's when I know I've really made it. So many crazy people will be buying my work, I'll have a corner on the market. I'll set up near the asylums, so you can hit me up going in and coming out. And who knows, you might pass me in the hall.
