I think the phrase “jack of all trades, master on none” is supposed to steer people away from dabbling in many things and set them to focusing on one specialty. This makes sense. And, there’s a part of me that would love to be “master” of something. I admire people who know where they want to put their energies. I’m envious of artists who have found a focus for their talents. But this doesn’t work for me. When I’m working in one medium, I start thinking about doing things in a different medium.
Frankly, I want to do it all. I want to bead; I want to work with fabrics and fibers; I want to make jewelry; I want to fuse glass; I want to work with polymer clay; I want to use pmc; I want to make dolls; I want to alter books; I want to make books; I want to work in Photoshop; I want to make beautiful collages; I want… And, of course, I want to do all this as well as possible and to great acclamation (although I’ve reached the point where I really do make art mostly for myself, darned if I don’t like to gather a few compliments for my efforts; it’s that pesky insecurity).
Well, this week-end, I worked on dolls. I’m working in “production mode” because I’m going to participate in my first holiday sale. I’m finally taking the leap to try to sell my art. So, I’m starting to try to build up a decent inventory to have things to sell (please, God, let somebody want to buy something from me) on November 16.
