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Pinecone Angel



Yesterday was a very good sale at the Oak Park Conservatory, in fact, it was the best one I have had this season. Oak Park Conservatory its a beautiful and spiritually cleansing space, filled with all types of plants. I love the tropical room and it is filled with birds, including my favorite, the African Grey. The conservatory has always been a big part of my life, since moving to Oak Park, and it has influenced both my writing and art. At the sale I sold art cards that are on this blog: "Throw Snowballs" "Dark Angel Noel" and "Angel Nouveau." I always feel ambivalent about selling my art. On the one hand it is flattering and it makes art making sustainable economically. On the other, I will really miss those pieces, holding them, looking at them, having them in my studio. I wonder how other artists and crafts people feel about selling their work? Do you ever feel ambivalent?



One neat thing about selling at fairs is that it is an intimate transaction. You get to meet the person and talk with that person about what they plan to do with the piece and why they want it. I feel fortunate that the lady that bought a lot of my art cards told me a story. She was an older woman and she said that on a blizzard or very snow day she will sit down with the cards and write them out to her friends. Because of our conversation I don't think the cards could have gone to a better home.

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