Sale Day!

Yes, the yearly "big sale" was last Friday and Saturday.  Friday was a washout, and Saturday not much better.  We barely made travel expenses, and both ended up exhausted with heat and boredom.

But, I did have time to take a good look at my production over the past year, all grouped in one spot, and was dismayed to see how much my art has regressed.  I appear to have reverted into my comfort zone, producing more and more traditional work.  Far more than half of what I displayed was constructed from commercial fabric  Only two small pieces were painted, and only three hand dyed.

The past year has been a year of many transitions, both personal and artistically.  I have been searching for a niche, trying out various techniques and skills that attracted me, but never settling on any one facet of fibre art.  This has been compounded by the sort of brain fog that comes from chronic pain and analgesics.

Prior to packing for the sale, we culled the work on hand, actually destroying and garbage-ing a fair bit.  Most of this consisted of items that have been taken to sales for several years, and not sold, even when marked down. None of these had any potential for "re-purposing". I have no regrets about this, and am now wondering if we went far enough.

 Once we were packed for the sale, I sat down and developed a "to do" list, which always helps me clear my mind and set priorities, even if I never look again at the list once it's done.  One thing I missed, was a need to get the traditional stuff out of my life.  It is so easy to revert to that comfort zone.  I am even considering getting the commercial fabric out of the studio, so that I go to the had dyes first. It actually sits there and says  "You bought me, now you are obligated to use me".

But, all this being said, I did trade one piece for a lovely painting to hang in my living room.  So the weekend was not a total loss.