I created a new shop header for Etsy this morning after watching a video about cohesiveness and what you are known for in your "art".
I wasn't really thinking about it whilst making it, just flowing with the flow, i knew it didn't feel right as I made it to appeal to people rather than as a reflection of my creative expression so let my intuition take over.
It's not something you usually do intuitively as the "business side" is a whole other side of your brain and the two rarely meet but somehow I got them to meet so it's like a mullet, a little business a little party but very simple.
Tidying up my store was also part of the business after watching Robert Burridge you tube video about people wanting to see your art and not the decor pictures and it made sense.
The lure of supplies sucks me into the chasm of thought and the lust after selling pieces or prints in order to buy more supplies, larger canvas and you become this machine rather than an outlet of the universes' passion for color. It takes a video like Bob's to realign yourself with who you are, to meet yourself in the mirror and realize that what you are wearing is an affront to the energy placed within your works.
And on color, to travel around the circle of identity and back to the source of it; Looking now at the header after being away from it for awhile and seeing it on the Etsy shop, I see the reflection of my pieces, combined with the items I have listed and the dark backgrounds only showing the art, both from internet advice, it was glaringly obvious my general themes, with of course some exceptions, bright and bold and filled with color!
I have always loved color and when younger used to draw these big fish filled with tiny scales and create bold colorful patterns for all of my mothers friends and workmates, in fact they used to ask for them and as I got older I went down many different creative paths in my spare time, away from working full time, and each one, from Stained glass to sewing, they have always been bright and bold and rich, full colored pieces that feel to me like sparkling gems in the monotony and numbness of routine and everyday life, that the universe was allowed to sing and I was in excited thankfulness that I was allowed to sing along, to play the music for the glorious voice of creation.
Shouldn't that be enough?
Violets are one of my favorite flowers, why would I ever want to see one shrink? 😉
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