And I went to the Arts Fest in Harrisburg for the first time, despite all those years when I only lived 10 minutes from it. I was surprised by how many artists were there and from all ends of the country too. Impressive.
But it was crazy hot, and so many people were there we were shuttling down the street unable to really see all of the art. I've noticed this pattern happening a lot: I remember First Friday's in Philly, in a few of the galleries everyone magically gets in a lazy routine slowly waddling through, never really "looking" at anything. And if I stop at an eye-catching piece, the whole system is foiled and the people behind get annoyed. [Are you serious!?]
Anyway, it is interesting to see so many artists mass-producing their work, confident in selling it. I recently read an article in the newspaper about a local artist trying to make a living in this doomed economy. It takes so much to promote yourself as an artist and your work, but to successfully live off of it is a rarely achieved feat.
I never thought of a career like that since I only really make things for myself just because I want to draw something, or use my creative endeavors to jazz up a birthday card. It's more of a hobby I guess, which is why I decided not to major in Studio, and instead majored in everything else. :)
And look where that got me... but I have an idea. If nothing happens for me in the job market by the end of the summer, I will pursue one of three options:
1. Move south and get my old job back at the coffeehouse.
2. Travel abroad and teach English for 1 year.
3. Just pick a major already and go to Graduate school.
It won't be long before we find ourselves at the end of summer either...
"Why has the pleasure of slowness disappeared?"
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