Wednesday, August 17, 2011

If You Build It, Will They Come?

What if you throw a party and no one comes? Just stand there by the front door as the ice melts, the flowers wilt, and the canapes dry out? I fear that is about to happen with me. I have been preparing my "Gallery" of photography. It has taken a while to reproduce the images, then mat and frame them. So far, I have been able to justify nothing being sold (well almost nothing) because it hasn't been ready.

People are hesitant to enter an area that looks like a minor construction zone. The photographs have been scattered here and there while the walls have dried and until I could get them properly hung. It has taken a while to get the right accessories to establish the look I had in mind. Of course, all of this has had to be done after work at night, so it has been a slow process.
But, that is all over now. There are no other excuses. Last night I discarded the last paint can, hung the last picture, placed the final easel, and arranged my cards on the console. The fat lady has sung. This weekend is the "Artisans Fair" which has been heavily advertised. So we will see. Is all my effort for naught? Perhaps I just cannot compete with pink feather wreaths accented with green flip flops, popular floral bags, or wooden giraffes. And, don't misinterpret me - there is nothing wrong with these fine products. Satisfied customers are walking out the door daily carrying these special treasures.

But wouldn't a fine framed image of the Low Country, North Carolina Mountains, or local garden scene fit nicely in their decor as well?


Lynn said...

It is beautiful and they will come. Now you know the pink feathered wreaths with the green flip flops will go out the door first; we are in land of Nascar after all (I have yet to find the allure of that "sport"), but I KNOW there are some cultured souls who NEED one or more of your lovely prints for just that spot. Don't lose hope, yet, Nellie. Good luck!

AC said...

Thanks Lynn, I really appreciate your support. Whatever happens, happens. Perhaps I should photograph NASCAR?