I have been trying to decide what I should say about this weekend. I have spent a lot of time over the past month getting ready to put myself and my work out there and if I am honest I was mostly disappointed with how the whole event went for me. Traffic wasn’t as high as I had hoped and sales were pretty dismal, I know that I shouldn’t take that personally, and that not selling doesn’t mean my work is bad, but it is hard to be rational about something you have poured so much of yourself into.
There were some positive moments, some people, and I should say predominantly other artists, loved the intricacy and attention to detail in the bindings and the tiny collages. That was good. The couple that remarked that you never know what you are going to find on a tour like this, and how refreshing my work was. Also good. I am just drained from a weekend of talking and playing nice. My house is a mess, there is displaced stuff everywhere. Right now I am wishing I hadn’t jumped, that I was back where I understood the parameters at my computer at the print shop.
It is a gloriously sunny day here, but even that isn’t cheering me up this morning. So I hope all is well in your worlds dear readers. It will probably be a little quiet around here for a few days while I try to bounce back.