I had originally planned writing far more frequently, alas that has definitely not been the case. It has been a roller coaster of a year, good bad and full of adventure. I made it to fan expo, the first time I've ever really put myself out there on a very public platform with my art, and it went well. It was not spectacular, but I certainly learned what I will be doing next time.
So things that went well:
1) I am very pleased with the quality of my business cards that I had made with Vistaprint. They are really eye-catching and even feel nice to the touch. Weird thing to say I know, but they really do feel nice between the fingers!
2) Vistaprint was also an excellent choice for postcards and greeting cards.
3) From the people that did stop by, they were drawn in by the colours I use, especially my landscapes.
4) Using the snap together cage shelving worked perfectly for my display. I'll be making it a little higher next time, I noticed I was shorter than the average set up so eyes were sometimes skipping over my display,
5) People loved the acrylic originals, only it was hard to get sales due to the awkwardness of lugging around large sizes. Next time I'll make sure I have plenty of small paintings.
6) Having a refillable water bottle and snacks on hand was an absolute must. Convention food prices can get a little out of control.
7) Having a sketchbook to doodle helped keep my sanity.
Things that didn't go so well:
1) I was afraid to have a lot of fan work on display and for sale. It made it a lot harder to grab people's attention. That being said, I still don't want to go the fan artist route. I had enough positive feedback to kick it into high gear and keep doing what I'm doing. I'm going to refine my style and stick to the original route even though. It's always harder trying to create orginalworks that people love, but I'm going to keep trying.
2) I will not be staying at a downtown hotel. I'll probably commute in for part of it or get a hotel near the airport. The price of our hotel kicked me hard in the wallet. Haha.
3) Better prints. My large prints were really crap. I was a little rushed getting things together and subsequently ordered everything from Vistaprint. I will be ordering large prints from else were, I'm also considering fabric prints, the acrylic paintings really stand out on soft, matte, material.
4) More accessible products. I definitely wish I'd brought some of my glassware, or finished the colouring book and art book I've been designing. Ah well, better luck next year.
5) I will not attend a bunch of cons, there was definitely a moment or two I wished I was roaming the ground in cosplay.
6) Don't drive down. Parking was an another wallet grab. I'll be avoiding that one in the future.
All in all, it was a crazy experience. You win some you loose some, I'm glad a few paintings found new homes and I couldn't be happier with the light in many eyes who found something that spoke to them :) Leeloo finally found a home <3
Well, summer is over, even if the weather has been thinking the contrary. Thought I'd get a little camping in before the end of the season and my trip to Japan. Took my boyfriend's sister up to Bon Echo Provincial Park. The weather was beautiful, hardly a cloud in sight. Of course, I'd manage to book a site next to the beer pong playing, sambuca shooting, loud country music listening and apparently single men. Honestly, if I've coming camping with another girl, hell with a group of girls, that doesn't make it open season for single hormonal males. I see you stealing look as you trip around with your plastic cup. I came out to the wilderness for just that, the wilderness. If I want to get drunk by a fire I'll do it in my backyard city, boys. What does this look like? A city bar? I ain't out in the wilderness to get picked up by a city boy blaring country music and knocking back beers at 3 in the afternoon. Like annoying little mosquitoes buzzing around and nipping at my ears when all I want to do is smell the fresh air and wander through the wilderness. I'm too old for this shit. HA.
Of course, I had been listing to everyone panicking that something terrible would happen and the same damn speel that I'm trying to fit in too much in before my trip. All that yammering on about getting injured or encountering a bear made for the first freakout I've ever had camping.
There I was asleep in the tent, fading in and out from the noises of nature. The drunkards in the site across from us had long since passed out in their tents. I could hear the skittering of creatures, the fall of leaves, a baby cry, and a dog in a distant camp. The cracking of large branches got my heart thumping, our site backing onto the extending forest. Pad, pad, pad. My heart, thump, thump, thumping. My arm reaching out for the hatchet I had next to my mattress. A strange animal cry in the distance, like a bear cub or a deer. That was it. I wasn't taking chances. I'd walked into a bear once, I wasn't about to do it again. I woke Sarah from a dead sleep. I'm surprised I didn't give her a heart attack. Needless to say, we slept in the car till the sun rose. I don't think I'm crazy. Well I mean, not totally crazy. The couple int he campsite up the hill got out of their tent and looked around with the flashlight. I'll take that as a "there was something out there," proof I'm not totally paranoid.
I'm pretty certain that somewhere down my bloodline my great great great ancestor was the originator of Murphy's law. Sunday was gorgeous, hot and sunny. All I wanted to do was swim in the lake. Sarah and I hiked out to the canoe rentals, took the scenic route which landed us about a 20-minute hike. Of course, they don't take cards. Feeling a bit moronic for not carrying my wallet with my cash I made a mad dash back to the campsite. Hoped into my car and drove out to the canoe rental. But I couldn't find parking. So I drove back to my site then made a run for it in 30-degree heat back to the canoe rental where Sarah was waiting. Finally, in the canoe and paddles in the water, we glided around Mazinaw lake. Two hours on the water and we decided to pull up on some rocks and I slid into the lake for a swim. It was glorious. The cool water energizing my skin. Until, CRACK POP, and my right arm dangled uselessly at my side. I silently one armed my way back to the shore, images of a drowned ghost poking its head out of the water flashed in my mind. If I drowned I would most certainly terrorize canoers with my ghostly presence, haha. I crawled up on the rocks like a wounded seal and told Sarah to call an ambulance.
Of course, we are still stranded in the lake and I was not sure I could get into the canoe as I was holding back vomit from the pain that was now coursing through my body. I sucked it up and heaved myself into the back of the canoe, there was no way I would be crawling my way to the front. Poor Sarah had to take instructions from me on how to paddle me back to the main beach. Well, 3 hours of my arm out of its socket, and hour ambulance drive to Napanee and finally a nice little dose of morphine and my arm coerced back where it belonged, and I was ready for a drink. After my parents drove out to the hospital to save us, and drive my standard car home, I'd say I was ready to take it easy for the next couple weeks before my trip. Of course, then I got the cold from hell and was knocked out for 2 days and am still coughing up phlegm that seems to never end. And there you go.
Needless to say, other than going to work, I've been pretty low key. Finished the main story for Destiny 2 as a Warlock. Hitting up side missions and starting the game as a Hunter. At least it's keeping from damaging anything else on my body, hahaha.
Well, 5 days left and I'm finally almost ready to get on that plane and head out to Japan for more adventure. This time I won't be doing any swimming. If you are interested in my adventures and wanna see some awesome pictures from my travels feel free to follow my second Instagram account @wanderingcoyote
This blog will get more interesting as time goes on. I'm still wondering what the hell I'm doing. Journaling ? Commenting? Storytelling? Ha, who knows. Until next time, peace love and paint from your favourite Coyote.