Every time you walk out your door there are lessons everywhere. Today, we went to the Penrod Arts Fair held at the Indianapolis Museum of Art.
I’ve only been to one other art fair here in Indy and that was the Talbot Street Arts Fair years ago when I first moved here.
I love art. I think artsy fartsy (and I say that with all due respect) people are pretty awesome, with their seemingly laid back ways and flare for the different or turning the mundane into something extraordinary. Some of the artwork people craft is, to people like me, unimaginable! Just SO much talent, it’s definitely impressive. I couldn’t do or even attempt what they do. I love to paint and create and write and craft, but I certainly don’t think I could make a living doing it.
We didn’t stay for long as my better half – he goes because I ask him to, but he’s absolutely miserable. You can see it in every line on his face and in ever step he takes. No joke, he’s freakin miserable. But he loves me, he tolerates it and he goes, but he’s not happy about it. He thinks that people that would spend $600 on a 8×10 painting of the woods needs their head examined. And I do understand…I really do. He comes from a midwestern family that worked and worked hard for their money and to spend it on something that’s so frivolous is simply not on his radar at all.
My youngest daughter is very artsy and creative. She loves to paint and to write and she enjoyed looking at the different booths at the arts fair. It’s good for her to see what’s out there, but it’s also good for her to hear people’s differing opinions. I, for one, am more of a realist. Painting, knitting, pottery, making jewelry, etc. should begin as a hobby, something that you do to fill your time wisely. But you don’t assume that you can make $600 for one painting and another and another and that will carry you through life. We talked about making a name for yourself and in this case, knowing people in your craft, “getting your name out there” and having people recognize your style. All this takes time. We talked about some people that I’ve found on Instagram that were nobody’s and then because of something someone purchased and loved, their popularity exploded.
It only takes one person to tell another and they’ll tell two friends and they’ll tell two friends and…well, you get the idea. Becoming an artist takes patience, love, commitment, dedication and determination. Pretty much the same for everything worth doing in this life…