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Who Your Duppy?

Millie making her fabled curried mutton while Oswald models the proverb plate.

Millie making her fabled curried mutton while Oswald models the proverb plate.

Fresh from a Jamaican holiday where I spent an entire week doing nothing myself – Yah mon, meals, beds, and laundry were all done by dear Millie, Oswald and Angela, the villa’s staff – I had all opportunity in the world to become an arrogant, mindless, tourist-jerk.  And, quite frankly, I came close.  Fortuitously, I was saved by a decorative plate and its intriguing description, “Ebery cave-hole hab him own duppy.”

Now, I have been confused by Jamaican patois many a time.  This dialect comes straight from the slaves who cleverly devised a method of  communication to befuddle their masters.

But, as we bridge the New Year, I want to talk about our duppies.  A duppy in Caribbean folklore is a malevolent spirit.  In the inscription “Ebery cave-hole hab him own duppy,” the duppy stands for “troubles.”  As we walk, crawl reluctantly or sprint toward a new year, we must acknowledge what troubles us.

In 2010, what will will your duppy look like? Will it create or destroy?

Who your duppy?

*For more on the etymology of duppy, amuse here.

When the Art Market Is a Big Bully, You Got to Get Arthletic

A stroll through a high caliber, “blue chip” art fair as seen from this clueless collector.  I know my art, but sure can’t play the collector part.

The Basel Bully - the collectors, the blue chip galleries, the aspirational affluent - take on the art uninitiated.

The Basel Bully - the collectors, the blue chip galleries, the aspirational-affluent - takes on the art market uninitiated.

Art Basel Miami was a bully to my senses. The fair, the 15 satellite exhibitions, the whole production from pre- to after-party was a twitching muscle demanding the submission of all assets  - spiritual to financial – to its needy desire.  It wanted to perform for me; I to perform for it.

You wouldn't happen to be VIP?  Oh, you're notttt?!  As I've been hearing, John, (taking a quarter turn to his left) the blogs have been saying that you have had the most active backroom of all at the fair.  What's the champagne for?  Everything is sold.  (cork pops, both smile).

Overheard: "You wouldn't happen to be VIP? OH, you're not?! As I've been hearing, John, (taking a quarter turn to his left away from Non-VIP Person) the blogs have been saying that you have had the most active backroom at the fair. . . What's the champagne for?" "Everything sold, of course." (cork pops, both smile).

From my 5′4″ shortstuff standpoint, the fair’s muscularity was palpable. For the moneyed and the art afficonado who frequent this premier event, politesse was remarkably passee.  A push here a body check there?  Yeah rah!  A  point on the score board. . . .

The Basel Labrynth where clans of collectors lurk, waiting to strike a move.

The Basel Labyrinth where clans of collectors lurk, waiting to strike a move. (photo credit Artnet.com)

I’m a feisty woman who works assiduously to achieve the utopia of perfected self esteem (HEY, we all got dreams), yet the labyrinthine passageways that cut in and out of the exhibition booths threw me right off that path.  I could not contend with the pulsing, ornery crowds.   At every corner, I was knocked into, clearly  sized up by teems of fellow fair goers, gallerinas, collectors, and would-be elite.  It’s all so performative, theatrical, which seemed unusual until I realized I had gone from the sidelines (art historian) to a main participant in the art market game.

The Basel Blood Clot at fair's entrance.  In just moments, toes will be stepped on, glares will be shared, and an aggressive nudge will strike the unsuspecting

The Basel Blood Clot at fair's entrance. In just moments, toes will be stepped on, glares will be shared, and an aggressive nudge will strike the unsuspecting

In one weekend, I leapt from art appreciator to art speculator.  And so I became arthletic.  I confronted the Basel Bully head on.  I pushed back, got sassy with the gallery assistant who wouldn’t share a work’s price with me, and best of all, I remained positive, knowing that the market can only destroy the artist’s intention, the aura of the work, if I let it.

How would you carry yourself in the art market environment I described?  Would you be disenchanted by the money, the affluence, the art-as-object for purchase mentality?

**As a side note – and I’m ashamed to admit this, though not really –  I dropkicked some art.  That’s right, there was a work installed on the floor and when I walked across the exhibition space, I heard the sickening crunch of art under foot.  Crunchy, cracky, shattery, art explosion!  My quick reply to the jaws on the floor, “Sorrrry.  But it’s probably not safe for the art to be there.”  Classy, uber classee.

Basel Miami 2: Critique My Art Aesthetic

Within the week, I will pen my thoughts on what it was like to go to Art Basel, to be at the most exclusive happening of the contemporary art world.

Until then, peek at the last few works I captured from Pulse Miami, one of Basel’s 15 satellite fairs.  Imagine what it would be like to own an original, a piece of art that made you think or feel something you had never experienced before.  What would that work look like?

If you’re not into the art, then check out a blog I frequent to keep up with my dose of art market news and gossip.  I know this journalist-blogger and respect her insight.

Click here for Basel and Scope artworks part 1.

Pulse Miami

Not afraid of the Kindle, this work captures the essence of book as art as decor.  They speak volumes.

Not afraid of the Kindle, this work captures the essence of book as art as decor. They speak volumes.

Baroque beauty.  Jewelry as art.  Again, a bit more of my design side.

Baroque beauty. Jewelry as art. Again, a bit more of my design side.

Sun, water, zizzle zazzle.  Miami.  Looks like by the end of Basel, I became a design hound.

Sun, water, zizzle zazzle. Miami. Looks like by the end of Basel, I became a design hound.

Bureaucratic beauty.  This will be placed next to the Baroque beauty.  Good bye Miami, back to the office.

Bureaucratic beauty. This will be placed next to the Baroque beauty. Good bye Miami, back to the office.

Basel Miami 1: Critique My Art Aesthetic

Alex Katz, complementary colors, bright palette & simplified form

Alex Katz, complementary colors, bright palette & simplified form.

Rhinestoned animal is always an art plus

Rhinestoned animal is always an art plus.

Three oil paintings of old masters

Two oil painting replicas of old masters who, cleverly, appear to have been photographed.

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T. J. Wilcox mixed media of Austrian princess who was stabbed, but corseted so heavily that she didn't know until she took them off.  She bled to death.

T. J. Wilcox mixed media of Austrian princess (artist uses one of only a few extant photographs) who was stabbed, but corseted so heavily that she didn't know until she took it off & bled to death. Satisfies my taste for the Victorian macabre.

T.J. Wilcox

T.J. Wilcox

Louise Lawler The dark glow takes me to the inner sanctum of an Egyptian chamber

Louise Lawler The dark glow takes me to the inner sanctum of an Egyptian chamber.

Kehinde Wiley After Rubens, A piece of Michael Jackson that kept the art blogs buzzing.

Kehinde Wiley After Rubens, A monumental painting of Michael Jackson that kept the art blogs buzzing. Eeeeew, okay just noticed where my head lands in this painting. No wonder I look shell shocked and a bit like the King himself.

Kehinde Wiley Modeled after a deceased St. Cecilia.  Striking reworking of academic styles to fit modern subject matter.

Kehinde Wiley Modeled work after a deceased St. Cecilia. Striking reworking of academic styles to fit modern subject matter.

Presented by Fontana Gallery, Italy, the reflective surface of "Desire" offers a playful interplay between art and viewer.  Satisfying to see myself inside desire.

Exhibited by Fontana Gallery, Italy, the reflective surface of Desire offers a playful interplay between art and viewer. Satisfying to see myself inside desire.

Circle of food, a witty, dark take on our relationship with food?  I find it funny because my hubby says I have a symphony of food, dishes, linens dancing around in my head.

Circle of food, a witty, dark take on our relationship with food? I find it funny because my hubby says I have a symphony of food, dishes, linens dancing around in my head.

Detail of food

Food in grotesque detail.

Yinka Shonibare melds my penchant for the Victorian while exploring meaty topics of class, gender, race

Yinka Shonibare melds my penchant for the Victorian (fashioned out of African fabrics) while exploring meaty topics of class, gender, race.

Hannah Wilke takes on feminist issues.  Panders to my intellect,  not visual desires

Hannah Wilke takes on feminist issues. Captivates my intellect, not visual desire.

Luxury escalade as big marketing pimp.  Intrigued by the blank billboards, blank screen in car.  A comment on advertising and consumption?

Luxury Escalade as big marketing pimp. Intrigued by the blank billboards beyond, blank screen in car. A comment on advertising and consumerism?

Scope Miami

Completely flat yet appears 3-D, this art chair panders to my design side

Completely flat yet appears 3-D, this art chair panders to my design side.

A scrupulously knit wedding banquet with the a melancholy twist "Great Expectations" Miss Havisham

A scrupulously knit wedding banquet with the melancholic twist of Miss Havisham's "Great Expectations"

A painting that comes to life through the camera lens. Hauntingly Elizabethan

A painting that comes to life through the camera lens. Hauntingly Elizabethan.

A fairytale gone wrong.  Innocence lost.  Adulthood never actualized

A fairytale gone wrong with art-words to spur the intellect. Innocence lost? Adulthood never actualized? Whose fault?

Krel being interviewed by European video journal

Krel being interviewed by European video journal.

Krel, a fashion designer, made dresses on site & tailored to your body within the hour

Art fashion interlude: Krel, a fashion designer, made dresses on site & tailored to your body within the hour.

In this post and the next, I have intentionally made little comment.  What I’d love to know is how would you craft your own art collection?  What pieces would you  include and why?

If you have questions about artist or medium, do ask.  For Krel’s fashion, click Krelwear.

Clueless Goes to Miami

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This turkey is off to baste in the Miami sunshine.  That’s right, ladies and lads, tomorrow I’ll be  up with the roosters and on my way to Art Basel Miami Beach, an international contemporary art fair with more than 250 premier galleries in attendance.

My descent on Miami symbolizes the culmination of my graduate studies, a chance to see the art market in action.  But I come from two camps:  one that views art outside the realm of commerce – the art historian side; the other that knows that art and artists need the market to survive. Before the credit crash, Basel (marketers) and others glorified art as commodity, promoting fairs as playgrounds for the wealthiest – often with precarious egos; some without apprehension of art and its history –  to mental masturbate en masse (“hobnob,” I believe is the appropriate term).  Art, so it seemed, was not the primary reason to be there.  Hmmm.

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Has economic  hardship changed the face of the art world?  The meaning of art?  Respect, appreciation and knowledge of art and artists?  These are the thoughts that frequently mill through my mind, and will be when I meander through the booths at Miami.

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Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to pack, preen, slap on a fake tan, grow some breasts, and craft a few art-conversation topics to hobnob with those who may be more clueless than I.  Wink and a nod.  Oh yeah.

What say you about art and the market?  Blurt out the first word that comes to mind.

See New York Magazine’s Holiday in the Sun, a good read for the uninitiated.

Crafting a Classic Tablescape: Guide to Linens

Last Sunday we celebrated our first wedding anniversary in joyously simple fashion:  We cooked dinner at home, using fresh, yet entirely decadent ingredients that we gathered together at markets in our Upper West Side neighborhood.  It has been a week of reflection, actually a year, but this week I revisited the actual day with an eye on aesthetics. On the eve of a second year, I wanted to know if the decor, and for today’s article the table linens, would surpass the test of time.  In other words, when you look at these pictures a few years from now will you slap an “oh, that’s so circa 200x’s” at the end of your sentence? I bet not!

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Here are the factors I took into consideration, which you can use as your guide as you move forward in the planning process.

From the outset, work to undestand what visual function your table linens will play

Gather

First, look closely at your venue, gathering information about its location; size; architectural qualities (e.g. is it a tudor or contemporary?); interior color palette; furnishings; and lighting.  Taking all these elements into consideration will give you the overall feel for the space.

Assess

Now assess the room(s) where your table linens will be.  Is the room paneled in dark oak or is it a white, airy box?  Are there any patterns on arm chairs or draperies that may compete against your desired linen color or pattern?

Our venue, Castle Hill a picturesque seaside estate in Ipswich, MA was a truly perfect location for our early fall wedding.  It did however have its drawbacks when it came to decor, which I considered carefully when choosing table linens.  In the Main Dining Room (below) and The Family Dining Room (above) there were two sets of draperies, each with unique color palettes and floral patterns!  Ugh, an obstacle. . .

These are limiting factors, which when closely examined, should help achieve greater focus to the overall decor of your event.

Edit

Armed with visual clues and the venue layout, go back to the drawing board.  I logged many hours online and at Table Toppers custom linen retailers prior to my first walk-through of Castle Hill.  After the visit, however, my color and pattern options were greatly reduced, making the linen selection process much simpler.  I tossed out the fire orange pintuck and the moss bengaline fabrics in favor of a crisper, more stately fabric that would let the whole venue, not just the tables shine:  burgundy dupioni.

I did have my heart set on a luxury custom fabric called Paradise Rust.  Initially, I wanted it on every table, but the drapes non only competed with the pattern but the floral motif would become dizzying on so many tables.  Instead, I opted to take the bolder fabric outdoors to the cocktail rounds, saving the guests’ eyes from visual overkill (below).

Visualize

Now that you have narrowed your search, grab a book of your favorite swatches and think hard about how each color, pattern will relate to the surroundings. If the space is dark, consider fabrics that reflect light.  If the space has little visual intrigue, consider making your linens a focal point. Bring dimension to the space by selecting a dupioni, which creates a dark-light effect when candlelight flickers over it.  If the walls are a dull sallow color, find a warm, spunky fabric that pops.

Whether you opt to subordinate the linens to the background or to make them the center of attention, use the above tutorial to hone in on a consistent look that reflects you and honors the integrity of your venue.

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I took a simple napkin and bordered it with an autumnal burgundy-red fabric called Spice Ellis Scroll. This lent an added element of interest while moving the guest’s eye to the plates and on to the floral arrangements

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The harp back chairs mirror the curvilinear vines of the fabric; the small rose arrangement in the Julep cup does not overpower the linen’s bright, bold pattern

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Rather than cover all cocktail rounds in Paradise Rust, it was more cohesive to tie some of the inside to the outside. To do this, simply bring the dining table linens outdoors like I did with this burgundy dupioni (on the high top in the background).

When you look back at your wedding decor does it still speak to you?  If not, what might you have done differently? Come now, don’t be afraid to air your dirty… linens!

Blog Brand: Is Yours Crafting Comments?

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So, you’ve crafted a crappy brand name for your blog and now it’s a virtual ghost town, except the few lurking evil spirits that put their 2 cents in without fail.  What do you do now?  If it’s early in the game, go ahead and rebrand yourself quickly.  If rebranding means that you will:

  1. Confuse your followers;
  2. Require days re-establishing a consistent online presence (think about all those user profiles!), and;
  3. Lose the original intention and spirit of your blog.

Take a different route to set any misconceptions right.  That’s it, go ahead and write about it.  Use that blog.

Let me share a scenario.

I have a friend that through one experience and another grew bizarrely interested in the world of craft.  Trouble was that she is not really a crafter.  Nope, she — up until her blog — had never made anything useful with her own two hands.  Not a t-shirt.  Not a magazine holder.  Not a blog.  Naturally, in this respect, she viewed herself as “clueless.”  To dispel the assumption that she is clueless at everything, her brand needs some serious damage control.

  • Tip #1 Make a List of the Myths Circulating about Your Blog
  • Tip #2  Make a List Dispelling those Myths

Myth:  This blogger must be an idiot on all accounts, without education and direction.

Reality:  The Clueless Crafter believes that there is more reward involved in doing something that is not one’s first strength.  She believed her readers would enjoy the stories that come from a life lived on the other side of expertise, knowing that expertise can only come through experience.  On the other hand, she has 2 advanced degrees in art history and marketing, is a feisty athlete, and knows a gut busting laugh is a cure-all.

You get the idea.  If you were not able to communicate your brand from the outset, do not give up.  Be creative, be confident.   And, always be honest.

Setting Yourself Up for Success by Taking Matters into Your Own Hands

My mantra as far back as I can remember has been to never hesitate to ask for what I want, politely of course.  I am sure you will agree that often we find ourselves playing the role of the other person, assuming that he or she would undoubtedly say “no” or “that is absurd!” to our suggestions and requests. This fear of rejection stifles us from pushing past pre-conceived boundaries, ultimately setting us up for stagnation in our careers, personal and social lives.

I have been told to buzz off my fair share; I feel you on this one.  However, I have also been unduly surprised what a little bit of humility and blind faith will do for getting what I want, need or feel is best.  Just ask!  Last night was one such surprise in which the evening wound down with my being appointed a board memeber of the New York chapter of the Wisconsin Alumni Association.  In this position, I will parlay my enthusiasm and knowledge for the arts into this year’s happenings for the Cultural Committe, which I am also heading up.

The events that led to this appointment began last fall when I contacted the Alumni Association about starting a book club.  I remember that my request wasn’t met with equal enthusiasm, so I put the idea on the back burner and let life take over.  I knew deep down that my character wouldn’t stop with that answer, that somehow I would find my way back to the idea and make it happen at a later date.  In a previous post, I spoke of the success of our first meeting by sharing a letter from a book club member shortly after our first meeting.  By not stopping with my goal to start this club last fall and carrying through my original committment, I was recognized on a larger scale by the entire Alumni Association.  I do feel that I am cultivating, crafting perhaps, a greater sense of self through persistence.  I hope that this positive energy leaks into your daily lives as I also hope it propels me to forward on this crafting journey that I share with you here!

Now, perhaps I should get our club involved in craft?  I could host a crafting party or I could dispatch them to the streets and fairs to help me lure (I’d prefer honestly convince) crafters to this site to fill out the “What is Craft Today” online interview!

For Every Failure, a Triumph

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Above, a sweet reminder of the soul-fulfilling joy of the handcrafted

Yesterday, in the midst of baking cupcakes soaked in a simple sugar of Grand Marnier (shameless plug) for the evening’s Badger Book Club, I experienced a renewed sense of self that I had feared died with the art fair fiasco.  In the kitchen where I was the leader of my own domain, calling upon stand mixer and sugar thermometer to work harmoniously in favor of a common goal, I was bowled over by the scent of power.  As the cupcake batter rose, so did I.

While I am not exposing anything new, it is amazing how often we forget what power rests in our own hands, that the manipulation of a whisk can correlate to a repaired sense of self.  I believe that is how, as I cautiously surveyed a boiling pot of sugar, I came to remember this event:

First In-Person Interview of a Crafter:

Leah Parkhurst’s Studio, Rustbelt Fiberwerks
Friday, July 10th
Milwaukee, WI

As I develop and refine the thrust of thecluelesscrafter.com, which is indeed a work in-progress, I have revamped several of my initial ideas.  The first iteration of this site was to be an online journal devoted to my musings upon crafting from a person who has little experience in the matter.  It quickly came to be that I would need to understand craft from crafters and non-crafters’ perspective.  Truth be told, I knew I would need to substantiate my thoughts, sometimes blathers, with experts in the area.  Which brought me to the Interview a Crafter, Artisan, Artist idea, or Phase II of thecluelesscrafter.com.  Ideally, I wanted to play to my passion and strength in relationship building.  Although I flubbed at the fair, I most often find that I listen well to others.  Leah was the first in-person interview before the online Interview form was posted;  I was reminded why I care about what I am doing.

Much like myself, Leah is pursuing a career, one might say a way of life, that hinges upon the betterment of the self and those around her.  She crafts to enrich the everyday, reminding us that we share a history greater than ourselves.   Through the stitching together of found fabrics important to her life or once important to another’s, her aprons ground us in an aesthetic experience that enriches the present.  Leah also runs a business selling her craft, one that she says is becoming increasingly successful as the economy has grown increasingly unstable.  All this seems to suggest that the general population is looking to craft from a different angle.  So am I.

What I most notably derived from the interview is that craft as an art form and as a business is complex, more so as the economy undergoes intense fluctuation.  As it is no longer on trend to laud those that funnel bundles of cash into the pockets of dealers representing the current blue chip artists, crafters appear to be more in tune with our current reality.  When I asked Leah if my assumption that there exists a tension between artists and crafters was founded, her response was intriguing.  She recounted an event before a recent craft fair in which a large discussion was held over the topic of whether the exhibitors desired to be called crafters or artists.  It was apparently a heated debate with many taking opposing sides.  It seems clear that our definition of art and craft in our culture is undergoing serious reassessment.

Just how I tap into this world and garner its respect means that I need to devise a viable business model.  How do I fuse my quest for self actualization by delving into the handmade with my passion for understanding the broader implications of craft today with a revenue generating plan that will allow me to continue on this path?!

The only way I can think to get nearer to the root of the question is to step inside the craft world and make something.  I’ve been intending to try my hand at glass etching or candle making…

Failing at the Fair & Business 101

I am back at my post in NY posting to a site even I don’t want to read.

I wish I could nurture my wounded ego by being a bit more forgiving of my flagrant naivete, yet I cannot stop replaying each disastrous moment in my  head.  Two days have elapsed since the fair, but the embarrassment is just as poignant.  In retrospect, the first assumption I made was that I was the center of the universe, that my site and my lofty visions would matter to the rest of the art world.  I tricked myself into believing that I had the right to walk into a world where I had little experience other than a stint on a TV show making a few batches of ribbon flowers, and authoritatively convince them to care about my desire to define craft today!  I am totally crazy.

I equate what I did to what is referred to in sales as cold calling, only I had the clueless chutzpah to do it in person and suffer the rejection face to face.  I distinctly remember my first pitch to the unsuspecting victim.  Her booth of portraits painted in a 17th-century Northern style, but with a more quaint spin,  was located on a corner parcel on the capitol square.  I spotted her fumbling in the back of her exhibition space, clearly preoccupied with the stress of setting up for the day’s fair.  Like a pit bull in a china shop, I stuffed myself into her tiny booth and wagged my sloppy, over-eager tail all over the place.  After .3 seconds of tripping over every word, I was abruptly shooed out, tail between legs.  She would not even accept the offer of my sleek flyer.

It is rare that I feel terrified at the thought of speaking to people, but after what I immediately perceived as rejection I could no longer form a complete sentence.   Summoning up what little composure remained, I completed all four sides of the square, speaking to two more booth proprietors showing wares in ceramic and glass.  With a lousy performance in tow, I hightailed it out of the bustling crowd to my awaiting rental car.  As I pulled away from the crime scene in which I was both victim and persecutor, a thought crept into my mind.  I could not leave without giving it one more go.  I pulled into a loading zone, illuminated the flashers, and lept from the car in the direction of Anthology, a recently opened shop featuring handmade goods on State Street just off the capitol square.  Not set to open for another two hours, I grappled with the thought of waiting, leaving a note, or returning later.  After 10 minutes of vacillation in front of the dark storefont, I came to the conclusion that the best thing to do would be to leave my flyers at the door.  Unfortunately, there was no dropbox to leave them safely, which rather than thwarting my efforts encouraged me to improvise.  I scribbled a quick note, “For Anthology.  Please pass along.”  It took another 10 minutes of finagling with the gap between the door and the ground to securely wedge the bundle into place.  I’m quite sure I damaged a few in the process.  Sweaty with cheeks noticeably flushed, I caught a glimpse of my image in the store’s window, focusing just enough to realize that a few bystanders had probably been watching the entire time.  I bet they were amused at the sight of a seemingly put together young woman in a floral sundress troubleshooting a problem akin to fitting a square peg in a round hole.  What I was doing, one can guess, would never work.

The Short Interview has yet to be filled out, evidence that I need to get more crafty with my business proposition.  Let me recap what I see as my strengths and deficits as I look back on what transpired:

Strengths

  • Ability to enter into uncomfortable situations;
  • Perserverance in the face of noticeable setbacks;
  • Keeping to deadlines;
  • Willingness to look back at errors and improve;
  • PASSSION not guided solely for financial profit

Deficits

  • Not knowing enough about my customer;
  • Not knowing how to articulate my mission;
  • Not having a short pitch prepared;
  • Not Being sensitive to the situation (exhibitors were stressed setting up, perhaps fearing their own possible failures financially, artistically, etc.)

When I set out to get crafters, artisans and artists to answer questions that dealt largely about themselves, I did not think that I would be embarking on an uphill battle.  Who wouldn’t want the forum to speak candidly about his or her work and its merit in today’s world?!  What I recognize now is that many of us require advocates to help promote us and encourage us to promote ourselves.  It is apparent that in order to convince my audience of the benefits of my mission, I must have convinced myself first.  You cannot sell, unless you can sell it to yourself.  Business 101.

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From my vantage point, a dizzying gauntlet of art patrons and artists made me suddenly aware of how public my humiliation could be.

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A view of the capitol from the square.