It feels like an age ago, and I'm no longer in a position to be making the same/similar work, mainly as I no longer have access to an etching studio, nor the funds to rent space in one. I've long given up on the dreams of being "a real artist" and I'm more than content to make the work I am currently making: cute illustrations, embroideries of foxes and things made out of all the glitter. OK, it might not be high art or whatever, but doing anything creative is better than doing nothing creative, plus it's just as much a skill to be a craftsperson as it is to be an artist, it's just different, and I'm fine with that.
I'm having a stall next week - this time it is a craft stall. I haven't had a stall at a craft fair since I was about 12 years old, when I used to sell hand-made jewellery and hand-painted mirrors. Those were the days - when it didn't matter about making a profit 'cause it was super fun and your little face lit up with delight every time someone who wasn't a member of your family bought something from your stall. This time, it's all going to be members of the public, no family to keep me feeling safe, just the big wide world...
What if people don't like what I've made?
What if they think I've priced things too high?
What if they think my stuff isn't worth buying?
And what if they tell me so?
anxiety girl by Natalie Dee
I've not had any proper panic attacks for ages (woohoo for inhalers and steroids!) but I've been feeling the anxiety growing over the last week, and it's completely disproportionate.
Things I need to remind myself when I'm being a worry-face:
This is just one fair in a small hall in South London.
It wasn't expensive to rent.
It's not the end of the world if I don't sell anything.
It's just for practice - there will be plenty of other fairs.
Constructive criticism is useful, that's kind of the point of it.
It will give me a chance to analyse/edit my product range.
I can gauge interest from the public face-to-face, which is way better than online.
~~~~~~~I know it's a step in the right direction, business-wise, I just can't get the worry out of my head. Grrr, silly brain.