I was sitting in my friend’s car earlier this week, wallowing in a vat of impoverished self pity. I know that’s an attractive image, but stick with me. Anxiety is always at it’s peak right before a big show, will they like it? Will they hate it? Will it sell? What if I’m the worst artist there and everyone feels sorry for me. But like everyone is really nice to you? Like the mentally handicapped kid they let sing the national anthem at school. It’s a lot of pressure. I’m getting off track and I haven’t even written a paragraph yet.
The point is I have an Etsy account now. Don’t ask me how those two trains of thought are linked, I’m not sure myself. I’ll be selling prints of my artwork, but also cards and hopefully stickers, bookmarks, and all sorts of stuff. It’s in it’s infancy right now, send requests if you want something specific. ❤
Here are the cards I have up right now