Good day, friends. I've come to the decision to abandon the commercial art endeavor. Anna Rae Handmade was an adventure filled with hard work, discipline, monetary fulfillment, connections with the community and proof that I could dedicate my work to a venue that was filled with compromises. On the other hand, it was filled with loads of rejection. As a fine artist and a graduate of two schools of higher education I was no stranger to crushing criticism, however, this is all new to me; being measured by how much the customer thinks you are worth in dollars. I spent so much time making work, learning new processes and using materials outside of the classroom tools and machines and let me tell you that is tough. Having a darkroom in an apartment is a feat that really tests one's patience. As a young artist I was adament about not "selling out." I would refuse to compromise my artistic endeavors for anyone and it was a conviction that felt young when I reached my thirties and desperately needed to find financial support for supplies and space. If I couldn't find the finances then this would all become a hobby and I was crushed and panicking. My life has been filled with uncertainties, a tenaciousness to nomadic life (unintentionally, to begin with), and stability was art. Not people or places. My art making served as the one thing that had staying power. And even though my young ego was filled with whimsy and naiveté it is something I felt compelled to revisit. So, here it is. Below is the comparative list. I was sure harsh on commercial art but, hey, I tell it like it is.
In other news, I've spent guilt free time on the family portrait. A few more touch ups and I believe it's done and ready to hang. Charlie bird looks at it every morning as my studio is in the gigantic kitchen and I swear she recognizes mommy, daddy and Charlie.
In other other news, I've had a hard time coming up with a new name for the streets other than joke names. Since the majority of the work that's been most well received combined with my in depth studies into both anthropomorphic architecture and the hauntings that remain I ended with "HausGeist." Haus= Haus. Geist=Breath, life, ghost. The houses have a history, a narrative. It is very egotistical to conclude that life is comparable to a human narrative but this is what I know best. The houses have a story that is endless even if the original form has been demolished. The frames are the skeletons. The wiring, nerves and synaptic vesicles. The brick or siding, skin. The furniture, artificial organs. Interchangeable innards. Here was the first and second post ups.