In the fantasy I play out in my head, I will eventually start making enough money off my artwork to quit my job. I spend my days in my studio surrounded by my little bits and bobs, my treasures. I'll stand at my easel and move and play, because at its heart is what my style is, movement and play. Sometimes in this fantasy internal movie Simon Pegg arrives to buy a painting and declare his undying love for me. I'm flattered of course, but only give up the painting. Usually.
I've decided since Mark and I are taking our first vacation pics as separate times (we didn't get the same bid) I'm going to take my vacation to work more in my studio. But I'm also going to take my work out to different coffee shops and small galleries to see if I can get them to display my work. Its a little step, but I will get me out there more.
Of course I've never tried to get my work displayed like that before, so I suppose I'll have to figure out the protocol. And get good pictures taken of my stuff. (That reminds me, I need to take my camera to the Children's Museum Star Wars Night tonight). I want prints made of my work anyway, so getting pictures is a win win.
Someday I'd like to start doing conventions and big art shows, but I think right now I'm good with the small ones that are coming my way. Its pushing me out there to meet new people. Which is a good thing I suppose. Im not anxiety ridden, but I'm certainly more comfortable in my own home or in a small group of just my friends. Give me a pen and a piece of paper and I'm the happiest gal in the world, but drop me in a crowd of people and I'm an awkward teenager again.
The addendum to this fantasy (not the Simon Pegg bits (hehehehehehe "bits") get your mind out of the.... Never mind) is that it all fits into The Plan. The taxes will be done soon and then we start paying stuff off to get us out of debt. The plan evolves every day. Monday were getting a boat. By Wednesday its a cabin in the woods. Friday usually is a private island. I like Friday best.
The plan has to make room for my art supplies and show fees. And Mark's vintage action figure* collection. " We can't live like moinks", remember. We have to temper paying stuff off with still enjoying our lives. We'll make it work.
I was sorely tempted to write " doll" there FYI