As I prepare to close my shop I am very busy writing several articles for local publications on such things as young artists making their way, creating a home office and a few book reviews as well as interviews with the authors. I am also finishing a tile commission for a local business. All this transition work and writing has opened up many questions for me about my own work and the path I have chosen.
These drawings on tile represent a logo that I will repeat a dozen times for an installation. The rest of the installation involves small murals of general sea and beach scapes.
These little scenes and pictures of birds, especially sandpipers, have been paying my bills for many years now. I started painting tiles when it was suggested to me by a woman I knew who owned a shop selling specialty tiles. I was 25, pregnant and wanted to do something that used my painting ability while parenting my yet unborn child. I had hoped to be a gallery artist but that wasn't happening for me at that time and when this showed up, I said thank you, and took it.
After 18 years of custom painting tile murals and making my own ceramic tile I left the business to become a naturalist and writer as well as open up more time to paint "art". Three years ago I came back into the tile business when I was offered a shop and living space that were available for an "artist in residence." Once again, the tiles became my bread and butter although I have continued to work in watercolor and pastel as well.
Today I interviewed this young man, Matthew Schulz of Schulz Gallery in Osterville MA. He is 28, (a year older than my oldest daughter) and he opened this gallery when he was 23. He recently won the Duck Stamp Competition, has had his work accepted in many prestigious shows, is a member of the Copley Society and other juried organizations and is asking $14,200 for this painting, which he fully expects to get.
To be fair, he has had significant family and financial support and still lives at home, but the important thing is he has held true to his dream, himself and his talent and has persevered and succeeded. It is not hard to imagine him with a lifelong successful career.
Sometimes I wonder what I did wrong. I don't really like the gallery scene so often I tell myself I chose not to go that route. It seems artificial and pompous to me. It usually involves a lot of people standing around in a big room with pictures on the wall pontificating on intellectual and aesthetic ideas that often sound a lot more like bulltwinky than appreciation if you know what I mean. And then there's the whole collector scene where many paintings stay wrapped in vaults, waiting for their price to raise so the collector can make good on their investment. I tell myself that at least I do something that's functional, something that's useful and brings beauty into someone's home.
The truth is I have spent most of my prime years raising a family, coping with the ups and downs of extended family and friends, keeping body and soul together financially while running a busy business and well, living my life. I've spent more hours at the hospital, pediatrician's and veterinarian's office than in galleries, I'm afraid. I've clocked more hours caretaking people than caretaking my artist career and I've spent more time painting tiles than painting paintings.
So what now? Do I have what it takes to be "an artist"? I don't know any more. And when I look at how I spend my days I know that I am an artist already, no matter what anyone else thinks. I may not show in prestigious galleries and maybe I never will but I have shared my work with many, many people and made them happy....and that's a good thing, I think.
Over the next few months it is my goal to do more drawing and painting outdoors, to keep going on my oil painting and to just keep working. Who knows what comes next?