Sold a painting to a stranger at a gas station and it's the best thing that's happened to my "marketing"
I do open studio stuff now, which is a nice way of saying I leave the door to my studio open and hope someone wanders in. Last month a guy came in because he thought it was a garage and stayed 40 minutes. Bought a small oil head study for €180, cash, and told me it was because it looked "unfinished in a way that felt honest."
Then he posted it on his own account. Not mine. His. In his hallway with a lamp I would have told him to move. That post did more for me than the last six months of my own grid.
I have no idea what to do with that information. I've been trying to build this tidy little funnel of print sales and reels and it turns out what actually moves the needle is standing next to a wet canvas smelling like turpentine while someone talks themselves into it. Which is not scalable and I can't put it in a caption and honestly it makes me want to delete everything and just paint with the door open and stop pretending I understand the internet.
Do any of you sell in person and just... not bother with the rest? Or am I about to talk myself out of something that's quietly working
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The line about the lamp you would have told him to move is the whole thing, honestly. When someone else photographs your work they put it in their own life, and that does something your own grid cannot, because you already know how to make it look good. He had to find it. That "unfinished in a way that felt honest" is also the kind of thing no caption of ours can say about ourselves without sounding like a pitch. I have had a similar thing happen with a small print of mine that someone hung badly in a kitchen, and I think about that kitchen more than my own exhibition walls. Maybe the answer is not tidier marketing but leaving the door open a bit more and letting the wrong people in.
The badly hung kitchen. God. That's the one you think about, isn't it, not the white wall with the track lighting. My guy had it leaning against a radiator and I had to physically stop myself saying something.
And yeah, "he had to find it" is the part I can't get my head around. I can make my work look good, I've had years of practice at that, and it still reads like a pitch because it IS one. He had no reason to be nice to me. He just liked the thing enough to put it where he eats breakfast.