Oil on canvas, 8x10, in (real) antique frame
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I stepped from newspapers into painting, and found myself in a new world. But I'd be foolish to think it was not connected to the old world.
On our way to Canada, Heather and I saw a huge field of lupines, massed along the edge of a dirt road. We stopped to paint (you can see that painting here
). The field was gorgeous, the air sweet with lupine scent, and we painted happily. When I was done, I could see that I had some time left, and so I thought I'd do another painting.
I got out my canvas, and turned to look for something fresh - and saw, right behind me, the scene you see in the painting at the top of this post. It was far more interesting, far more engaging, far more arresting than the scene I'd painted first.
When John F. Kennedy's body was lying in state in the Capitol Rotunda, Jimmy Breslin went to Arlington National Cemetery and spoke to the old man who was digging the grave that would hold Kennedy's casket. That story (you can read it here
) became famous for lots of reasons; as an editor, I always made sure that young journalists read that story. I made sure that they'd at least heard about looking beyond the obvious.
Apparently, it's a lesson I'm bound to learn again and again.
Here's another lesson I'm bound to learn again and again: Don't give up.
I fared abysmally at the show in Niantic. A friend bought one painting (this is a dear friend, who has bought far too many of my pieces) and then, as I was packing up, I let a stranger bring a painting home to try it out. She has ended up buying it, so I did sell two - but at the end of the show, I'd only sold the one piece, and it was depressing.
But I had looked at my tent, at my display, and I hadn't liked it. So when I recovered from the heat and exhaustion of that show, I set to work to redo things. I took away the sheets and the ribbons I'd been so happy with. I took away the yellow. I repainted the exhibition panels white, stripped down the display, got new, fresh ideas.
The first day of the Wickford festival, I liked the new look. Liked it a lot.
By afternoon, I was stumped and discouraged again. Many people had stopped in, and I'd had wonderful conversations with them - but no one had bought anything.
So I rose at 4 on Sunday morning, brought half of my paintings back up to the studio, brought a few different paintings down, loaded up the van and reworked the display. I priced some paintings higher than I'd priced them on Saturday, and priced some lower. I also made sure I was wearing my lucky earrings and my stack of silver bracelets, both of which I'd neglected to wear on Saturday.
And on Sunday, I sold six paintings! And the people who bought them were more excited about my work than anyone who's come into my booth all year.
Was it the earrings? The bracelets? The prices? The new arrangement?
I don't know. But here are the photos. I'm happy to hear from anyone with comments, insights or ideas.
Here's the booth in Niantic. I couldn't get far away enough to get the entire tent in the photo:
Here's Wickford on the first day:
Here's Wickford on the second day:
Here are the girls who sold cold drinks in the driveway across the street from me the first day in Wickford, and made more money than I did:
OK, they're adorable.