What may
seem to be the sales solution for a painter and sculptor working from a studio
hidden within the idyllic interior of a remote Caribbean island; isn’t. I refer
to selling art on-line.
There are
scores of sites, tens of thousands of artists and millions - yes, millions – of
images. I’ve tried them all, from the user friendly low key to the aloof curated
high key. In between the two are the shopping baskets of the out and out
commercial that can offer my coy nudes as shower curtains, duvet covers, and
beach bags. Whichever way, I was better off on the pavements of France or beneath
a palm tree in the Virgin Islands.
But then
again, I do not want to “accessorize your lifestyle” as one on-line site puts
it. I just want to share my passion for what I perceive to be profound and
beautiful. The MA’s in History of Art curators don’t get it. But occasionally, someone
like Anna, who commented on my last post, does.
Today’s
picture (in the beauty going begging category) is a portrait bust that I made three
years ago of my poetic model Jessica.
As the mid-day
temperature here in Dominica is way into the 90’s, I’ll mull over the vicissitudes
of an artists’ life while walking down to the river and taking a dip in our bathing hole.
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