Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Psycho Babble

They tell me you need a blog as part of your "presence" on the internets. I guess do love to talk about myself... so, what the hell?

Mostly I will probably complain about the struggles I encounter as I try to cut it as a second rate production potter. Set your goals low, kids; avoid disappointment. Maybe someday I will shoot for darn good production potter.... baby steps.

Every once in a while, though something good does happen. Like a sale, or a successful kiln load, or promising phone conversation with a new gallery. And when the good stuff happens, it's great. It's why I haven't given up. That, and I don't know anything else, and I'm not ready to join the collective and work at Walmart.

I feel like there's a lot of us out there. Creative beings in the 20 or 30 something age bracket, maybe with fine arts degrees, disenchanted, disappointed, and settling for bank jobs or housewivery and pushing the joy of creating things to the back shelf. I fell into that attractive trap of a consistent, well paying retail job for three years after earning my Bachelor's Degree. I thought about making art everyday, but was spent at the end of every shift and always told myself, "tomorrow."

Now it's finally tomorrow. I quit the job, found some cheap housing and dove into making pottery every day and applying to several graduate programs. Three out of four rejection letters later, my savings account and positive outlook are getting thinner.

Am I fooling myself?


  1. Never give up hope. Congrats on taking the voluntary leap into starving artist. You will make it and you will make it big.


  2. You're not alone! I also struggle with a balance between working for money and keeping the creative juices flowing!

    It's the good stuff that keeps us going!