Another little design for my RedBubble shop.
Another little design for my RedBubble shop.
Ooh, and 2016! Yes to the end of 2016! Let us construct a 2016 wickerman woven out of memes and broken dreams!
My first semester at PAFA is coming to an end. I must admit to being relieved. It’ll be nice to spend the next month not being covered in a fine grit of charcoal and pastel.
I am so grateful to be here, but, just as I knew it would, it has beaten me up. And that, of course, is all down to me. Nobody beat me up. I beat myself up. I beat myself up with school.
It’s been weird to study under so many different teachers. I’ve realized I don’t always know what they’re talking about, and that I haven’t researched them enough as artists to be prepared for their point of view and vocabulary. I think I was hard to understand for my teachers as well. I’m hard to know(I’ve been told over and over again for years). I don’t have a traditional art college education background. I am not looking at the same artists as my classmates and instructors. I don’t have much art history education. The answer to that may be lurking more museums and galleries, getting over my social phobia in order to get out there, maybe even subscribing to more art publications and finding art history online video lectures(do those exist?).
I was told that I shouldn’t look at art online, and while I understood the point(that it’s best to see paintings in person), the comment smarted, and here’s why: Up until recently, I have not lived or visited many places with lots of museums and galleries. The ones I had access to, I did visit, but in general, if it wasn’t for the internet, I would be even more in the dark. I’m lucky that there is so much content online, from blogs, social media to museum high resolution scan archives.
I also struggled with some pain this semester, and found that incredibly demoralizing. My hands and feet ached constantly. I wake up to them stiff and swollen. It was like a constant poke in the side reminding me of my age. It caused me a lot of anxiety. Over the break I intend on attempting to get a hold of my health again. I’d hate to finally get HERE and then have my body fall apart.
It is kinda funny. You want your teachers to care enough to criticize you. I found myself really courting crits, useful ones of course, as a form of approval. Does that make sense? If they don’t care, they won’t bother. If they don’t think you can improve, why spend time with you? But sometimes, deep down, I’m still just a little girl who wants to be patted on the head and told ‘good job’. It really, really is funny.
I know I improved a lot! But I am not completely sure how. I’m a little dizzy! And that’s the beauty of it. I have no idea how I’ll come out of this. I don’t know what my work will look like, what it will be about, what it will be made out of.
Now is also the time to start hoarding funds. I’m hunching over my computer researching grants and scholarships. I’m trying to remember how to write an interesting essay. I’m taking photos of work and trying to curate them into a compelling body of work. Art supply contests? Yes please! You want to license my image? Sure! Dumpster diving school supplies? Gonna try it. Filling out surveys? Sure, why not? I may even look into seeing if an affiliate link on my blog could work for me. It’s all about maximizing passive income. I have to. School has to be my job.
I’ve been experimenting a bit in my RedBubble shop, delving into the easy crowd pleasing world of cats! Below are two happy customers, Sparkles and Lydia Beans. The gist is that I requested friends send me pics of their kitties. I’d do an illustrated portrait of them in exchange for them then buying some stickers of the portraits out of my shops. I have many more to do, and it’s been some silly fun.
I am super pleased to find out that RedBubble has used my Good Fortune Pattern on their new contract tank tops in a recent promotional email campaign!
This is me officially declaring that my *style* is called Superstitious Kitsch. From my paintings, to my patterns, that’s what it is. I’m here to serve your basic witch needs(this is me trying to make a joke off being a basic bitch, it’s not funny if you have to explain it). It’s a bit ridiculous, but it’s also very honest. I value self awareness maybe a bit too much.
I’ve been loading up my RedBubble shop up with new patterns, stickers and clothing. I’ve been taking elements of my paintings to make them into stickers.
The themes are all spooky and witchy aka superstitious kitsch.
I am also thinking of offering my RedBubble shop items as rewards on my Patreon. What do you thinK? I’d love to hear anyone’s thoughts on it. To me it seems like a way to reward patrons with practical items.
I’d like to thank everyone that’s supported my redbubble store. It’s really encouraging and tells me that I should concentrate on this venture more as way to help support myself with my art.
Below are pictures of products I’ve received from my own shop, including art prints, that I’m very impressed with. Everything comes packaged in sturdy envelopes. The prints come rolled in a tube preventing any cranky postal service folding. My personal favorites are the stickers though. It must be the middle schooler still in me.
I’ll keep my page updated when I post more art for sale.