Choices, choices and a 2-mile-long list of decisions to make.
Thought art making is simple, drawing what you like, follow the line, add some color, build up the mass, and seal it with pretty glitter.
But art career swirls like a water hole, then art business throws some rocks in, do you want to break the swirls and let it flow, or jump in to catch the rocks?
Fortunately for the human race, I'm not a congresswoman who has to be responsible for people's life and death. Probably at that point, one simply ignores the responsibility anyway.
Nor am I the CEO who's responsible for a 3-million dollar deal every hour on the clock.
But I do, too, have to calculate my cost and value. What's the price, whom to bargain with, how to ship it, how much insurance to buy, call the dealer, call the museum to release works, sign cold-hearted papers, swipe credit cards... and ah, deposit checks.
This year I have a goal to treat my business as a real business. Considering if I'd run a restaurant for the past 6 years, I'd close my door long time ago. Art is unique, but has to deserves something better than a draining pipe. It is time to slowly moving out of the haunted house of funneling saving account to art supplies. So bronze price has risen sky high, I will just forget about it. Sometimes one has to compromise a bit, especially for a perfectionist like me. I always have the instinct to pick the most expensive dress in the whole store, therefore always want to most high end for my work... well, it should feel better to earn the best than spending the best.
So many decisions to make that one can never tell for sure if it is a correct choice. I can simply do my best with my little soft brain and go with the learning curve. Life strikes the bell that rings. I shall ring and ring and ring, and someday say, I can now ring on my own now, no more lessons needed. Leave me alone so I can devote my best life to everything art.