It’s been one year since I’ve been able to say I’m a working artist. I had a day (actually night) job at a teen rehab until last October, and since then it’s all art- teaching art, selling art at markets or galleries or Etsy, making custom pieces or doing paid shoots, paid publications, gallery stipends. None of that would pay for our house or feed our family on my own so I have to thank my patient and hardworking wife Vesna.
I listen to a lot of podcasts of artists/ actors/ writers talking about what they went through when they divorced themselves from day jobs. You hear things like “It’s a fucking struggle”, “my income was cut in half for the first year,” and in some cases homelessness followed. But it has to be done. We’ve had massive lifestyle changes, a father-in-law move in, but at the same time business has gotten better, art representation has followed, decent media coverage, multiple solo shows and requests for work… needless to say no one is going homeless, no one is hungry in our house. It’s more “we have to wait until movies go to Redbox than see them in the theater” style poverty, i.e. not a starving artist in the slightest.
So here’s looking forward and making plans out loud so I’m forced to follow through! Comicon tables, touring the coasts and midwest, Europe/ Canada, gallery shows for the ceramics work, a record label for the music, photography festivals, more LA shows and presumably beyond. Large scale installation-style photography shows that are not merely photos on walls. The works.