Something I wanted to talk to you about
Open-ended promises - an unfinished post
(originally a newsletter)
Hey there, sugarplum!
How have you been?
I missed writing to you yesterday, my computer time is very limited these days.
I don't have a post for you today, more of an honest comment.
I have been thinking that the instagram me, and the blog/newsletter me don't sound quite the same. Do you know what I mean? Maybe this happens to you, too.
The co-created playlist is here!
Even as I type, I am not quite sure what is it exactly that I want to say.
Earlier on this week I was catching up with Heidi, who is a super smart, super creative fellow smartypants lady (if you ever fantasize about writing a book, you want to check her out).
There is so much talk within the entrepreneur spheres of education destroying one's unique abilities and desires and what not. And sure, I have stories to tell about teachers and professors who crushed projects that, in hindsight, were awesome. BUT I also LOVED being a student.
AGNES MARTIN, MINDFULNESS AND BOXES
Before I get craking with the playlist, thanks a million to those of you who wrote back last week saying that YES, you'd like to read more from my Art Historian/Theorist alter ego. It's much appreciated.
Think of a painter. A modern one.
I bet what you are imagining is a stereotypical dude, frenzied over a canvas, possibly drunk or angry. That's an Abstract expressionist, yo. You know them because they are very dramatic and make for good biopics.
You live and you learn
I was lying on a massage bed, in my underwear. A lady my age was kneading my belly like it was a big ball of dough.
"Here", she said sticking her fingers deep into my guts, "what is this?".
I asked people what they'd pay for my Art and here's what happened
You know how for a while I've been going on and on about doing less, and letting go of perfectionism, and how my painting practice is about embracing mistakes and blah, blah, blah.
Co-creation and weighting cows
Last week I prepared an experiment asking you what you'd pay for my paintings.
Before I tell you the results, let me say: THANK YOU.
186 times thank you.
Nothing I've ever done has created this much buzz (and I know, 186 might not be "buzz" to you, but to me is huge. Thanks so much).
When you close your eyes and see cacti (or how to innovate inwards)
I've been thinking of pushing my co-creation experiments to one of the darkest corners of creative businesses:
PRICING (cue horror movie scream).
I've tried opening up conversations about how to price Art and I've found:
I remember a cover from Icon magazine back when I was studying product design, in the super Apple heyday, and it read:
"You don't save your soul just painting everything white".
I'm just back from holidays. I've been in an island, right by the beach: an earthly paradise.
If you are anything like me, you are visualizing palm-trees, huge flowers that smell like suntan lotion, colorful birds, even.
Stop right there.