Recently I have been working on starting my own business. I have worked as a fundraiser for the past 10 years. Specifically I raised money for arts organizations in the Winston-Salem area. During this time, I was employed by The Arts Council, who's principle purpose is to raise money from individuals and businesses and then grant it out to local arts organizations and individual artists. Throughout my career, I noticed a few consistencies. 1) artists always need money 2) they do not understand most marketing concepts 3) they are unable or do not want to understand these concepts. After being laid off from my job, I decided it was time to do what I had always dreamed; help artists market their work so they could make more money.
That's how "Working Artists" was born. I am currently representing a few clients but am looking for more. At the same time, I am looking for appropriate venues to display their work and am collecting names and addresses of art's patrons who might be possible buyers. I hope someday, to have my own gallery so I can make more money and help more artists become "working artists."
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
A Life Warranty
Today I awoke with a backache. What in the world could I have done while sleeping to injure myself? My husband swears there was nothing acrobatic going on in our bed during the night....he says he would have remembered. Nevertheless, I'm hurt! My back is extremely stiff and is painful when I sit or bend.
I've decided to spend the day on the couch, horizontal, laptop perched precariously on my stomach, trying to continue on with my daily writing activities. This seems to work OK but I keep being reminded through any random movement, that I'm not 100%.
As I've gotten older, I find ailments seem to happen...no reason, no injury....things just seem to break. I'm becoming more and more like a late model car. Parts wear out. Hoses spring leaks. Bumpers sag. Hopefully "Dr. Mechanic" will be able to keep me in good working order for a while longer.
I've decided to spend the day on the couch, horizontal, laptop perched precariously on my stomach, trying to continue on with my daily writing activities. This seems to work OK but I keep being reminded through any random movement, that I'm not 100%.
As I've gotten older, I find ailments seem to happen...no reason, no injury....things just seem to break. I'm becoming more and more like a late model car. Parts wear out. Hoses spring leaks. Bumpers sag. Hopefully "Dr. Mechanic" will be able to keep me in good working order for a while longer.
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