tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285530.post1313294597746508951..comments2023-10-09T07:32:03.954-05:00Comments on Carol's Little World: Art Project - A Piece of My SoulCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01631042606380970249noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285530.post-10846973403578500002009-05-03T19:51:00.000-05:002009-05-03T19:51:00.000-05:00@mythos, thanks for the comment. It was a long pos...@mythos, thanks for the comment. It was a long post too. I know I kind of just rambled on, but that's how I was feeling at the time. Sometimes this blog thing is good for getting things off of your chest. Lately, especially, for some reason, I've felt very under pressure from it all-like everybody wants a piece of me and, if I'm not careful, nobody will wind up with anything at all. <br /><br />I'm probably just tired, but it comes out sometimes like that.Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631042606380970249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285530.post-90849927484110612132009-05-03T02:09:00.000-05:002009-05-03T02:09:00.000-05:00An interesting post. I made a decision long ago t...An interesting post. I made a decision long ago to be my own agent...and it is( was) a lot of work. Aside from making the work, I was now in charge of marketing/promotion, sales, installation, press release, and so on. I made work, rented an empty space and created my own gallery for it. I designed, printed, and mailed my own announcements. I turned my own studio into an alternative art gallery (New Work Forum) and mounted exhibits by other independent artists; taking only 20 % AFTER the artist had recouped their own costs in putting the show together. ETC.<br /><br />Funny story about customs... some years ago, I bought a one-way ticket to El Paso...and this was well before the heightened security of today. I had my 'gear' in an army duffel bag. In my case, this was blades and carving knives, saws, hatchet, etc. On my way to the departure gate, I was stopped, taken into a room and interrogated for about 30 minutes. I was suspected of being a drug runner...perhaps on my way into Mexico to harvest pot or peyote with the intention of driving it back into the states. When I told them of the project of building a giant roadrunner out of trash, they thought it was the most crazy story they had ever heard! Sorry for the long comment, but all these things came to mind as I read your post. If you were to make a list of who makes money off of art it would be a long list, and the artist him/her self would be way down on it!mythopolishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03164758700393086005noreply@blogger.com