This is one of the silver pieces that I did after a friend came to the studio and gave me a demo. I haven’t decided if I’m going to sell these through my site. I think maybe only wholesale to galleries and shops and then also, in my own shows. Maybe I’ll throw one up every once in a while.I do pretty much have everything I need now though.
Shall we continue the studio tour today? Last was my college studio space. After college when I stayed on as a ‘townie’ I worked in a weaving studio, the Textillery. I wouldn’t call it a studio space for myself but it sure did feed my artistic process side (I didn’t design, I just wove). This was in 1990. I just now went and read their web site and see that they have 26 looms now. Holy smokes. When I was there I think they had 6. I often use what I knew of their story as my inspiration for my own growing business. Somehow in my mind it is a bit different than their history link relates it but still the same idea.
I remember hearing that Judith, the designer, started out selling placemats and other wovens in Brown County, IN and on the side of the road. By the time I worked for them they had 6 looms, a nice space and had accounts with Bloomingdales and the like. I was pretty impressed. That was the first place that I’ve ever heard books on tape. We would listen to about a half hour to hour a day in the afternoon. One of them I remember was Oliver Twist. Now, I know when I had to read that in high school I was bored out of my mind. Books on tape changed that. I couldn’t wait from day to day to get to the next tape.
While I never set out to be Judith Rose or have an art business, 15 years later they are part of my inspiration. If they could build a business that big from starting out selling placemats, why couldn’t I? It always makes me think that you have to start somewhere. Those thoughts have been with me often in the past year and I’m sure they’ll stay with me. It was probably the lowest paying job I ever had but look at what it turned out to be for me 15 years later. You just never know, do you?
I’ve been without email all day! No, I shouldn’t say that, I can access it through the web but my Outlook is messed up. Every once in a while one my devices decides to conflict with it and I have to resort to a backup and restore it. What a pain. Not usually that big of a deal except for having to redownload all of my mail for longer than I care to. But this time it isn’t working out that easy and of course the computer guru husband has been out of town all week. Luckily he’ll be back tonight but I’m sure that’s the last thing he wants to do when he gets home. Tomorrow is Saturday and I’m thinking I hide in the studio for half the day after being housebound with sick kids all week. Think he’ll go for it?
I picked up a new book last night because I was at the hospital and decided to hit the sushi place for dinner and didn’t have anything with me to occupy me for the wait for the food. Anyway, It’s “The Art of Creative Living” by Thomas Kinkade, the guy who does the paintings that look like light is shining out of them. I know he’s controversial in the same way that Dale Chihuly is but like I’ve said before, if you’re successful, chances are someone, if not many people, will hate you for it. But that’s a whole other subject I could go on for pages about.
While his work is not my personal style, I do find it interesting to read about successful artists sometimes. The first thing that struck me was that this is a kind of self-help creativity book but it’s written from a spiritual view. I didn’t realize he was a Christian man and while he talks about his own spirituality, he also leaves it open for others too.
He talks about his progression of studios which got me to thinking….I’ve had studios of some sort since I was 10 years old. My first was in a corner of my dad’s basement with my sister and it was called L&J Art Store or something like that. We sold drawings, candles that were turned on a little toy lathe, small clay pieces that were turned on a toy potters wheel and whatever else we came up with. I remember cousins coming over to buy things for Mother’s Day. Hee hee. I bet their mom loved that. I only remember one picture hanging on the wall and all it was was a piece of typing paper with a skull and cross bones drawn in pencil. What the heck was I thinking?
I think I might want to continue this walk down memory lane, but for now I’m sure you’ve had enough.