Being there

In the part of the art industry where I live, there are always new faces.  If you are not there, being seen, having your art laid out to the world as it passes by your table - you might as well be dead.  There is someone waiting in the wings who is better, faster and cheaper than I am.

Like-wise, there are other artists who will appeal to some buyer than others.  I can''t be everything to everyone.  Damn it!  I'm old and the new buyers are just that - younger.  Conversations of music, life experiences and just getting to be friends - are there more people like me in these places?  And, am I too tiered to find them?

Not wanting to turn this into a downer post -
I've gotten better at art.  Being there for years does make me recognizable (a hat with horns does not hurt).  People come looking for me (and I am grateful).

I love meeting new people.  I ask about their own artwork.  I love hearing about their characters and stories.  It's always fun to see if you can interject something of your interpretation onto their ideas.

I tell people: 
The first year you set up at a show, people walk by - looking.  Yes, very nice - but not now.
The second year - people go oh!  There she is again.  Oh how nice.  Her stuff is nice don't you think?
The third year - Oh!  Hi, here we are again.  Is this new?  I do like it.  Let me buy something. 

well - sorry this is a random bag of thoughts.  I guess I'm not over the Crud yet.  I told Sabrina we should design some of those stuff-toy germs and call them con crud.  We'd make a million.