Every couple of weeks I put my paint brushes down and put my thinking cap on to figure out better ways to do marketing for my art. I've been researching publishers and sponsors for quite awhile and I am a bit intimidated by the whole process to get a "how-to" book written, but the more I think about it, I just need to jump in and get a rough draft started. What do I have to lose? For some reason I thought there was a huge cost to get published. That's not true. The biggest hurdle is getting a publisher to accept your book to be published. I am looking at one publisher I think would be perfect for me. I've worked on my craft since I was 4 years old (over 40+ years), and I'm confident in what I do, so what am I waiting for? I have ideas that I haven't seen anyone else do, just for the purpose of a book someday, and haven't even shown them on my website. I'm bursting at the seams to do them!
Being an artist can be a long and lonely road to travel. We spend countless hours alone in our rooms sketching, painting, and learning our craft and are never completely satisfied with the outcome that drives us to always do better. Only an artist can understand what I'm talking about. Do we always do it for just ourselves, or for recognition that it was all worthwhile after all? I think a bit of both. What good is art if it's never seen and appreciated?
All I know is that I live and breathe art every day, and don't know what I would do without it. Even if I lost my right arm, I would learn to paint with my other arm. If I had no arms, I would paint with my feet or stick a brush in my mouth until I could find my technique again! Art is a part of me, a vital organ that I can't live without. Extreme...yes, but true.
Anyway, that's what I was thinking about today.
When I was a teenager I wanted to be a "Rock Artist." Who knew that I would literally become one! © 2011
I think I just came up with the very first line for my book! lol
Being an artist can be a long and lonely road to travel. We spend countless hours alone in our rooms sketching, painting, and learning our craft and are never completely satisfied with the outcome that drives us to always do better. Only an artist can understand what I'm talking about. Do we always do it for just ourselves, or for recognition that it was all worthwhile after all? I think a bit of both. What good is art if it's never seen and appreciated?
All I know is that I live and breathe art every day, and don't know what I would do without it. Even if I lost my right arm, I would learn to paint with my other arm. If I had no arms, I would paint with my feet or stick a brush in my mouth until I could find my technique again! Art is a part of me, a vital organ that I can't live without. Extreme...yes, but true.
Anyway, that's what I was thinking about today.
When I was a teenager I wanted to be a "Rock Artist." Who knew that I would literally become one! © 2011
I think I just came up with the very first line for my book! lol