So it's 2020 ... what now
It’s part way through January 2020 already … tempus fugit! This is also my first ever blog entry and I think I’m really only going to be typing to myself as a record of thoughts and hopes for the coming year - who reads blogs anyway, I rarely do even.
So with that last bit in mind I’ll be brief (or briefish). Along with most other professional artists I have the common burden of shockingly bad finances along with its stablemate “hope eternal” … you know, those dreams where I make it big because some nice person has discovered me and believed in my work and potential. Whist rubbish income is part and parcel of every struggling artist (we seem to be a sea of many) it doesn’t lessen the strain it inflicts as we strive to make it big.
One of the other things which is a “hope dasher” are the people - and there are quite a few out there - who come up to you and say how much they love your work and want to work with you and “I’ll be in touch”. This raises hopes to a childishly excitable level during which time the brain fantasises how all your problems will now be over … until the days turn to weeks and months and years and you know that was just another burst balloon. You know the feeling … floppy, depressing and a bit moist but not in a good way. Well I know what I mean anyway :-) Maybe I’ll draw a big balloon, above a basket containing a generic artist, full of hope instead of hot air and covered in patched holes where the pointy things in life have tried to bring me down. And failed, so far…
So, speaking as an eternal dreamer and full of hope (even though it gets dashed an awful lot it re-fills quite quickly I suppose) I have high hopes again for 2020. Twenty twenty - it looks good and even sounds good. “Good” is a good thing, so 2020 is going too be a good year.
What are my hopes and plans then … well I’m booked for Warwickshire Open Studios this year, happening at the end of June (I hope it’s going to be super warm this year) (it helps everyone feel cheerier) and a month or so later I am off to Olympia for the London Film and Comic Convention. Kay (my ever-supportive wife) and I were there last year and I did quite well; I really enjoyed the buzz and met a whole bunch of amazing people, many dressed as who knows what from all kinds of comics and fantasy film worlds as well as a few other artists I have kept loosely in touch with (known on Instagram as subarboreworkshop and spydi_mel) (hi you two, you’ll prob never read this but still). I had a real blast there in 2019 so thought I’d see how this year goes … maybe the lady who spoke to me about needing an artist to draw a pirate ship for her “vampirates” book will come back and carry that conversation on …
I have dreams of meeting an author who loves my work so an “A A Milne meets E H Shepherd” moment happens and the rest becomes history. I have dreams of meeting someone who wants stained glass windows designed for their church as I’ve got a few good ideas on paper. I’ve got dreams of doing military portraiture for not sure who, but I liked the two I did of Bob Stanford Tuck and Manfred von Richthofen.
But my biggest dream is just being discovered and believed in by someone of influence who can help me get somewhere. The feeling of being appreciated is very powerful and humbling, I get many kind and well-meaning comments from buyers and I do not underestimate their words and sentiments. At my age I feel I should be more than this, but like every seed planted in the farmer’s field I cannot grow overnight (unless you have a magic bean of course) and this will be my fourth year now as a full time artist.
So I’ve given it to God anyway, and He knows best. In the meantime I shall carry on producing my new range of children-themed A6 cards which I’m hoping to interest selected high street kids shops with - you know, as a frieze around the room or a counting aid or just plain cards. I’ll also be applying for another exhibiting opportunity with the Society of Graphic Fine Art to be run later this year in Pall Mall, London, as I would like to become a member of that prestigious body.
Beyond that, I remain as ever was, a creative dreamer hoping for great things. My prep school teachers were right .. I was a day dreamer and still am; artists day dream, it’s what we do! So they got it half right … not that I was lazy, I just was using the biggest asset I have that sits between my ears :-) (No, not cotton wool…)
If you read this far, I am blessed you were interested enough.
May 2020 be everything you want it to be for you.
Guy Jan 2020