SOFA,
Sculptural Objects and Functional Art, is coming up the first weekend
in November. SOFA Chicago is an international show for galleries to
exhibit the works of their artists to a huge crowd over a three day
period. There are actually three SOFA shows; New York, Chicago, and
Santa Fe; but the SOFA Chicago is the biggest.
We
were lucky enough to be picked up by a gallery that does the SOFA
shows and in fact had our work shown there for three years; 2006,
2007, 2008. It was an exhilarating and demoralizing experience all
at the same time.
The
level and quality of work there, that the big guns in the art world;
artists, galleries, and collectors; are there is intimidating. Our
first year, the biggest question on my mind was how the hell did we
get in here though everyone assured us that our work was
definitely worthy.
The
first year we didn't sell anything. Not unusual they told me.
Collectors want to see how your work wears over time. Your third
year is when things take off, they told me. The second year, we sold
one piece.
The
third year, 2008 (which started out really good for us with our one
person show at our local gallery), is the year the bottom dropped out
of Lehman Brothers, with the stock market following soon after, just
a few weeks before the SOFA Chicago show. Needless to say, it was a
fairly dismal show for everyone and a lot of the galleries lost
money.
Also
needless to say, we did not get our third year bump though we did
sell two very nice pieces in the following couple of months to
collectors who had seen the work at the show.
I
was demoralized. The gallery that had been showing our work at SOFA
basically dropped us like a hot potato, stopped taking our work to
the various shows around the country, which I understand. They had
to scale back and focus on artists who were known sellers. And while
it was not the only gallery that was showing our work, it was the
only one that does SOFA and the other shows.
The
economic climate that persisted for the next several years was not
conducive to the sale of art. Galleries closed, some artists quit
trying to make it, many artists fell back on teaching at the studios
that brought in guest teachers.
We
were fortunate to have three very good commission jobs in the latter
half of 2008 through early 2010, work that had been funded before the
crash, so I didn't have a lot of time left over to work on the pate
de verre and it was just as well, as I had no interest.
And
it hadn't been fun for a while, it had got us in some serious debt.
Once I had decided to get in the galleries and aspire to the shows
and collectors instead of doing it for my own enjoyment, I was having
to work on it all the time and get the work out there, applying to
all sorts of exhibitions, going to the conventions. And once in the
shows, they weren't good for me. It was emotional turmoil, and like
I said, demoralizing.
It
was two years before I actually got in the studio again after 2008
and started to play around. I had to let go of the desire to be
discovered by the galleries and sought by the collectors. I had
tried, gone into the studio several times, standing in front of my
model making tools thinking I should probably do something before I
just turned around and walked out again.
It
was a long process for me. Letting go of that desire. I had chosen
at the very beginning to do commission work and I had made my living
at that all my life. Now it was just too late, I think, to switch.
Too late to start over.
And
I also realize now, that there is no way to make a living on this
obscure, difficult, time consuming, and detail oriented technique
unless your work sells for stratospheric prices. I don't want to do
production work therefore every piece is one of a kind and they take
a long time to make. But I'm having fun with it again. I have one
gallery willing to take the few pieces I make.
But
that's OK. When the commission work allows, I work on the cast glass
and I'm usually content with that. Except for this time of year,
with the SOFA show approaching.
This
time of year, I still yearn. This time of year I sometimes feel like
I failed. I got my foot in the door but didn't have what it takes to
stay in the room.
