When I was a Girl Scout, we were supposed to go door-to-door selling Girl Scout cookies as part of our merit badge activities.
I was painfully shy, and had to force myself to slink up someone’s front steps and ring the doorbell. When it was answered, I’d hang my head and mumble “You wouldn’t want to buy any Girl Scout cookies, would you?” People felt so sorry for me that I actually sold a few packages.
Fast forward about six decades to the Uptown Art Stroll which took place last weekend. It had been years since I had sold art in person at a large art fair like that, and I had forgotten how weird it can be.
First of all, when I got my art together the night before the Stroll to tag it and such, it looked like a whole lot of exciting stuff.
But by the time I got the table set up the next day at the sale, it looked pretty puny. Yikes!
You have to remember that there are about twenty square blocks of art tents in this event with eleventy-thousand artists packed on every corner, so there is a whole bunch of competition! Gulp. No wonder it looked puny.
And it’s called a “Stroll” because people walk around at the event, look at your stuff, pick it up, ask questions, and then stroll away. Actually, that’s a fib. They often purchase art, and I made a respectable number of sales. But it did bring back memories of Girl Scout cookie days.
When people came close to the booth, I tried to balance my expression somewhere between desperation (“pleeeeze by my art”)…..
. . . .and sophisticated coolness (“if you knew good art, you’d definitely buy one of these assemblages, dude”).
I want to give a high five to my fellow artists who do this kind of event with such ease and grace. And I want to thank the buyers who actually purchased my art – you will never know how much it meant to me! Want some cookies to go with that art??
And finally, thanks, Marta Stafford – you do a much better job selling my art than I do!