Yesterday, I received a call from Thea, one of my art mentors. A relief print that I had in a local artist show sold, twice. Inadvertently the same print was sold to two separate buyers. Of course, the owner of the gallery space was not happy that this happened and had reached out to Thea, one of the organizers of the show. Thea, in turn, called me to see if I could produce another print for the second buyer. Luckily, I could.
This story, of course, is not that interesting to someone outside of myself, the gallery owner and, maybe, Thea. However, to me, it’s still a thrill to know that someone is willing to shell out cold hard cash for something I created. Even after years of participating in shows and events, it’s exciting to sell a piece of art; no matter how small or large, expensive or cheap.
When you create something, the hardest part of the process can be letting go. Each drawing, painting, or even handmade bar of soap contains a teeny-weeny part of me. Weird, I know. But, I also realize each piece must take on a life of its own. Like a bird leaving the nest. I do have to admit though that cash makes it easier, as mother bird, to push my little baby from the nest.