Taking the Plunge
Monday, April 05, 2010
I did something brave last week. I didn’t jump out of an airplane or throw myself in front of a bullet or travel into a war zone. I didn’t put my life on the line, but I put my self on the line. I put my art up for sale.
I’ve always considered myself a writer (although, sometimes even that title is hard to claim) but… an artist? That always seemed the purview of people far more creative than I could ever be. And yet, I started making these collages—things that suited my tastes, made from pretty paper and wine labels, stamps and pages from old books. I made a set of invitations for a party we held several years ago. I made a card for my mother-in-law. She framed it.
I found that when I was doing collage, I was happy. So I made more. Recently, I started writing little stories based on the collages. I’ve published a few one- or two-line stories, so why not? Friends kept encouraging me to sell them. Family encouraged me to sell them.
Last week, I made a store. It’s terrifying, really, putting those little bits of myself out there to be accepted or rejected. Will the new owners treat them right? Will anyone even buy any? I don’t know yet, but I do know that this is the right path for me at the moment. What comes of it, only time will tell.