And part of that getting-ready-ing includes updating this website.
Back in the day, I worked for Dad, who was an accountant. I learned how to be a bookkeeper and how to track things. I learned how to leave a paper trail, how to add things up, down and sideways. I learned how to type, file, and label things accurately.
Did I carry this knowledge over into the business side of my art?
I did not.
So, now I'm scrabbling through various cryptically labeled files in my computer: "2016 art", "art from 2016", "16jan portrait", and so on, to find that painting I did of that guy. Maybe it's in iPhoto? Maybe it's in Aperture? Maybe it's unlabeled and just lives its merry life as P001958? Who knows?
Somehow, things have pulled together for now, but I see a long grim slog ahead of me, finding and sensibly labeling everything. And of course, there is that sneaky thought, "You don't actually need a good set of records. Just keep painting." Which is why, in the old days, artists needed a wife.
My favorite current painting is already packed in the "go to Seattle" set of boxes. I want to post it here and surely it is somewhere in the computer, right? I know I can re-create it by taking a picture of the label I made of it, but surely that's cheating.
Back in the day, I worked for Dad, who was an accountant. I learned how to be a bookkeeper and how to track things. I learned how to leave a paper trail, how to add things up, down and sideways. I learned how to type, file, and label things accurately.
Did I carry this knowledge over into the business side of my art?
I did not.
So, now I'm scrabbling through various cryptically labeled files in my computer: "2016 art", "art from 2016", "16jan portrait", and so on, to find that painting I did of that guy. Maybe it's in iPhoto? Maybe it's in Aperture? Maybe it's unlabeled and just lives its merry life as P001958? Who knows?
Somehow, things have pulled together for now, but I see a long grim slog ahead of me, finding and sensibly labeling everything. And of course, there is that sneaky thought, "You don't actually need a good set of records. Just keep painting." Which is why, in the old days, artists needed a wife.
My favorite current painting is already packed in the "go to Seattle" set of boxes. I want to post it here and surely it is somewhere in the computer, right? I know I can re-create it by taking a picture of the label I made of it, but surely that's cheating.
Hah. Found it.
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