The week's work. Much less than I had hoped and planned. But there was some good writing done as well, so it evens out a bit. Battling bouts of doubts can also be overwhelming and exhausting, and takes time to recover from.
Most of these pieces are up in my Etsy shop. A couple are commissions. A few are experiments.
My target is to have a good-sized inventory of original work because I cannot yet afford to produce prints and simple art-printed products locally. It's difficult to get into the fairs and bazaars with just the original works -- I think they want products that will sell fast and relatively cheap, and with variety. (And probably items that look cuter or more family-friendly or fashion-friendly. Or simply more functional.)
My next best bet is to set up a pop-up shop on my own but I need a venue. And I need the right sort of people to come -- not fellow art-makers because they won't spend on artwork, they'll spend on art materials, and they will tend to be too focused on their own art-making (can't blame them really, though if I had half the amount of money they spend on art materials I'll make an effort to buy the work of fellow artists just to show some real support). I need people who will buy, not just people who will smile and say nice things and marvel at how brave I am for pursuing my passion. I need people who genuinely see and feel something when they look at my work, and who will help spread awareness for my work because they sincerely believe it was a good thing to do.
Back to realities -- the harsh reality is that I might need to scout for a job with a paycheck in the next few weeks. I want to get something tolerable in the same city or at most the next one. I would rather not work again in the old business district that will take four hours of my day to travel back and forth. If I work in the same city where I live or the neighbouring one, I can walk home every day and take a cab in the morning.
A paycheck job means I'll have much much less time for creative work. Which pretty much reflects the reality of how much of my Patreon pledge goals was fulfilled. I thank you and I love you, my Patrons, but there is not enough of you right now. But if I do end up with a paycheck job I promise to spend the hours purchased by your pledge into creative production. I'll trade in some of my reading time and sleeping time. Until I can begin to buy back my the hours of my true life again.
Along the five stages of grief -- denial, anger, bargaining, I believe I am now on the fourth stage, depression (though still having relapses of the previous, especially anger, and lots of bargaining). Acceptance should be close at its heels, some form of it that is only a few notches higher than doing something at gunpoint. Who died? Not yet dead, just dying. My self as independent artist. Hanging on to the last threads of full-time freedom.
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