I always Cape Horn
watercolour painting enjoy all your letters, although this one hit me right between the eyes! I realized I have been pulling farther and farther back into the rocks. In preparation for the possibility of an impending storm, I am creating an unfriendly shop for my customer! I shall start applying each of these creative and marketing jewels of wisdom to myself and my painting. Thank you for the boost, just before I lost myself in a rocky hole.

Your report Meteghan River Houses
acrylic painting on Istanbul brings back memories of my 2 months there in 1953, learning enough Turkish to get around, to haggle, and to appreciate these fine humans. What I learnt when there, besides how we young, young women were regarded with amazement for driving a car, for swimming, for simply being out and about Westerners, was about staring or looking at people with interest. Turks are not told it is impolite to look at strangers - or probably anyone. When I realized this aspect of their culture, I was liberated to really enjoy looking at my fellow passengers on the buses, on ferry boats, in the markets, and at the enclosed swimming place on the Bosporus - a clear-watered port then; you could see the propellers of the huge ships far down under the clear green-yellow water. I also took with me the understanding that if I looked with a friendly face, I was not being rude, and have found this to be true at home, too. Since I love looking at this world around me, wherever I am, my life is richer for this lesson. I paint because I love to loook - and share what I see. No other agenda.

For many years my husband and I sold our pottery at craft shows. We noticed that the craftsman who was always busy rearranging, dusting, or packing or unpacking items was most likely to have customers. The craftsman whose work did NOT sell well was the craftsman who was sitting in his booth reading or eating.

So now, as a member of a co-op art gallery, I try to be busy, or at least look busy. I rearrange pottery, dust frames, and try never to be caught sitting behind the desk relaxing. It often helps if I have a painting in progress as a "prop" to be busy working on.

For one thing, people don't mind talking to someone who is already up and moving so that they aren't disturbing the person in charge. Playing games on a computer doesn't count - you're sitting behind the desk and the potential customer will not want to disturb you.

You forgot
Shadow puppets one sales tactic. I was drawn to a shop in the market with a great many shadow puppets. Although we could not communicate with each other, the proprietor wanted to give me a show. He sat me down and began with a kazoo-type musical intro, followed by a rather furious argument between the two traditional antagonists – Karagöz and Hacivat. As the story evolved, one character repeatedly shouted amidst the Turkish story line, "American lady, woo, woo, woo!!" Needless to say, I bought the guys and they hang in my studio spurring me on when things are tough going.

Being exposed Beyoglu-4
watercolour painting to this picture everyday, I take it for granted. You have put it into words so nicely… It brought the scene to my attention. Every sentence has become a painting subject.

Okay, I Pine tree
original painting instantly see I need to start framing my canvases again and let people discover the really best paintings last. They will feel they have discovered the treasure. Oh how many times have I done that in an antique shop. I have fallen for these market place ploys without realizing it. And be working on something at festivals to draw a crowd, yes I see.

Thanks for the insight.

Doing art
Sandy at her gallery showing festivals the past few weeks, I can relate completely to this letter. When people crowd into our booth, more enthusiasm and sales are always generated. The sales are usually brisk in spurts - always while others are buying. Perhaps it's safety in numbers, peer group approval or fear of loss. Sometimes I think it would be worth while to pay people to be our booth shoppers! On the other note, when no one is looking at our paintings, we seem to become invisible to the crowds although I always try to stay enthusiastic and upbeat.

Having been an exhibitor last weekend at a local, but nationally visited, art fair, all I can say is that you hit a bull's eye with your Turkish market letter. I saw many variations in exhibiting/selling styles. Competing artists had vastly differing display methods. Some were almost like walking into an art gallery. Others were like walking into a carnival side-show. One particular artist sat fidgeting in front of her display, glancing up and down the walkways and almost pouncing upon any prospective customer. After the event, she admitted that she hadn't sold a single item the entire weekend. For me, it appears that engaging customers and helping them understand my artwork - making that spark connect - is both what sells and what makes the creative energies flow. I'm back at the easel, creating paintings to replace the ones that sold.

Our group of 10 participated in the Annual Thanksgiving Tour of art studios this past weekend on Gabriola Island, BC. I personally love to do shows where I can be there and talk to the people who drop in. However, we live on a small island with about 4500 residents and 80 people were showing their work. It would have been impossible to get to every studio even in 3 days, but 264 came through. I was disappointed that I did not sell as much as last year, but considering the fear of the economy and the days before our federal election, it was ok. Some people on the tour sold lots, others nothing. I think selling yourself and connecting with people works. Being friendly and explaining techniques when people ask about them makes a connection. People remember you and often call you later. I much prefer direct sales to having my work in a sterile gallery.

The local Tenton view
watercolour painting arts organization that I belong to, Fine Arts Blount (FAB), will be having a grand opening of their new location on the main drag of our town, Broadway on Halloween night. It will take place during the Last Friday Art Walk, a recurring, monthly event that our organization founded in January. It was so successful, a new umbrella organization for it was founded by one of our artist members.

Just one year ago to the week, FAB opened our first bricks-and-mortar ArtSpace in the basement of a historical building one block away from Broadway and have outgrown that space already! We now have access to the top two floors of a building with main street level access for the Gallery portion. So, more space to exhibit our members work; room in which to have two or more classes/workshops occurring at the same time, and areas for artists and artisans to have studio or sales space on the second floor. We will need a better marketing plan, and your letter has just inspired me to start working on it!

About six years ago an older man walked into my shop, an eclectic store with gifts, books and lots of art work. We became friendly over the years and discovered we had a few things in common. For one, I love movies and he made them for seventy years. And, we both love art.

For years I have written stories and then filed them away. When he heard about my stories he offered to read them. That was a big moment. Can you imagine? Well, he loved them and offered to illustrate them.

Wow! And when I say, "Wow!" I mean it. I was going to be working with a wonderful man, a legend and someone who believed in my words. After a few months my new partner became sick and after recovering told me that he could not fulfill his promise to illustrate my stories. However, he insisted I could do it. I had painted for years, but had put my serious brushes away long ago in a trunk and only did craft painting. He told me that not only was I going to illustrate my own stories, I would learn how to do it on the computer. He wanted me to be able to paint with a brush and a stylus. He wanted me to expand my mind, my talent, my life. I was terrified. But he was in his mid-eighties and how could I say, "I can't?" Everyday he rises to learn, share and create.

And so I began my journey. I learned to draw on the computer. I pulled out my serious brushes and painted on canvas. But I forced myself to learn to draw on the computer. Over and over and day-in and day-out I practiced, cried, pulled my hair and slowly learned.

Initially, he said, "you have an interesting style." I said, "Really?" Thinking to myself, Wow, am I that good? Then he said, "Yes, you don't use any shadows, not a problem if that is what you are going for." I ran home and began again.

My friend, my mentor, never tires of his enthusiasm for my accomplishments. He motivates, cajoles, sends me notes of encouragement and pearls of wisdom come often and whenever needed. He makes me a better artist...and a better person.

Two years later I am illustrating my stories. I have found an agent who likes my stories and art work. And I am hopeful that my books will be published.

My mentor? Gene Allen. Past President of the Motion Picture Academy (two years) and the only "below the line" President of the Academy. Academy Award winner for Art Direction for My Fair Lady. And many of other titles and awards too numerous to mention. Painter, sketch artist, mentor, teacher and friend.

He is now 90 years old. He paints nearly everyday.

No... the word "Seens" is not Autumn's Hidden Sanctuary
oil painting on canvas
30 x 24 inches misspelled. It's supposed to relay the fact that sometimes other factors are in play far beyond just what we see at first. A long time ago, I prayed that my art could somehow be used to bring honor and glory to God. Then in my mind, I dismissed this as not probable, thinking--art is something frivolous. It's not something you really have to have. But this desire still remained in my heart.

This is a true story that happened many years ago in my art career, but has had a lasting effect upon my life and art. I was exhibiting with the Silver Dollar City Traveling Art Guild at a mall in Oklahoma City at the time. I had my booth set up in the center aisle of the mall. On about the third day of the four day show, a lady and her husband, I'm guessing in their late fifties to early sixties, came up to my booth and started complimenting me over and over again about an eagle in flight painting that I had on display. It was a little humorous in a way, because the lady was the only one who did the talking and the "raving on" about the painting, all the while saying that they would like to get this painting for her husband. But her husband hadn't said a word. I was thinking inwardly that "she" was the one who wanted the painting, not him. They would walk off and then come back again several times. Finally, she asked me how much I was asking for the painting. I told her. She said they "just could not afford to pay that much for the painting. They seemed like such a sweet couple, that I lowered my price to almost half the price and they bought the painting. They asked if I would mark the painting sold and they could leave it there with me while they did some other shopping. Of course, I said yes. I was glad they got the painting.

They weren't gone long, only about five minutes. They had only gone around the corner to a Christian Book Store and came back with a walnut plaque with a gold plate on it. Etched on the plate was the verse from the Bible in the book of Isaiah 40:31 that says, "They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall rise up with wings as an eagle. They shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint..." They were so eager to show me the plaque, saying, "Look! This is what this painting reminds us of. We are going to hang this plaque beside this painting." I thought again of this desire that I had had, and thought "Well... Maybe it's not so improbable after all." I was delighted. Again the lady reiterated that they were buying this painting for her husband. He still had not said a word to me. I thought to myself, "You are buying this for yourself because your husband hasn't said a word." But I didn't care which one the painting was for. I was glad they liked the painting. So they paid for the painting and walked off. They did seem very close to each other I had noticed.

So the show got over, I packed up and came back home. About four days later, I received a phone call from the lady who had bought the eagle painting. She said, "You know Connie, I just wanted to tell you how much we appreciate our eagle painting. We've called our kids in, we've called our neighbors in, we've called our friends in to see the painting. You see? I have leukemia and the doctors have told me that I have less than two years to live. It's been very hard on my husband and me, financially, mentally and emotionally, knowing we're going to be separated. So I bought this painting for my husband, to give him strength, for when I'm gone.

I felt just like the blood was draining right out of me. I didn't know what to say exactly. "I'm sorry," is all I could muster at the moment, "I'm so glad you like the painting." I decided right then, never again to under estimate the power of art in another's life or say that even a painting could not be used for a glory of God. I also accepted my desire then, as my destiny.