Tuesday, 9 August 2011
What do you think of when you hear the title 'Artist'?
Do you picture a free spirit, bravely defying convention to pursue their vision?
Someone who was not born to follow the normal pattern; someone who, by definition, is meant to challenge the rules that yolk the rest of mankind to the dungcart of mediocrity?
Why is it then, that most of the ones I've bumped into seem hell bent on turning their dreams into 'product' that gets handed over to self important shopkeepers who take 60% or more, which in turn puts the work out of the reach of vast numbers of people who might actually love what they've created?!
And the worst of it is these brilliant, capable souls are so conditioned to it they're actually grateful for the opportunity to earn bugger all and be exploited from here to wednesday.
I'm not mucking about here, these are actual quotes from really talented, hard working artists that I've listened to:
"I've never met a gallery that wasn't completely up it's own arse"
"The last five cheques bounced, but he's promised to sort it out soon"
"I didn't like to ask about the money, but I'm sure it'll be alright"
People, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!
You're creative people, so think creatively.
You dream, you believe, you struggle, you achieve.
a. flog the results of your labours for a fraction of it's true worth, and accept that all that effort is then gone forever?
(rhetorical question, the answer is no no no no no - and.....NO)
b. find a way to make your work earn it's keep over and over again
(go on, have a guess at the answer....)
Ok, so by now you've gathered that I'm not going down that route.
Money where the mouth is time.
I'm going to make regular money from my paintings without paying anyone anything.
I'm not going to sell any of them. They are my collateral, my shopwindow and my advertisement.
Along the way I'm going to have a blast, build a following and best of all KEEP CONTROL OF THE WHOLE THING.
The difference is I'm not selling paintings, I'm selling me.
Today I made eight phonecalls to people who have never heard of me.
Five of them were interested in what I was offering, and I shall follow them up over the next few days along with as many other people I can get to press ear to plastic.
Watch this space...
Right, off to put on my lederhosen, a quick chorus of 'Tomorrow Belongs to Me' and cocoa in the bunker.
Posted by stuff at 10:29