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first time I ever talked to a gallery owner I told them "your space is cool, it'd look better with my stuff in it" and I meant it as a joke and then also as a threat?? and somehow we ended up having a conversation about it and now they're one of my best contacts. zero strategy, pure unearned confidence. so what's the most embarrassing thing that came out of your mouth in front of someone who could actually help you and it worked anyway? or did it backfire spectacularly, also great. need stories to feel better about my life

ok real question. everyone talks about the polite email, the cold open call, the submission portal that eats your soul. but has anyone ever gotten in somewhere sideways? i'll go first. i got my first group show because i was standing in the gallery trying to decide if i even wanted to submit and the owner came out and asked if i needed help. i was so flustered i just pointed at a piece on the wall and said "i could make that better." absolute foot in mouth. she laughed, told me to prove it, and i brought something in two days later. still don't know if that was confidence or sheer stupidity but it worked. so what's yours? walked in with a piece under your arm? slid into their DMs? emailed so many times they finally answered just to shut you up?

Had a structural weld fail inspection last week on a big commission. Client's engineer flagged porosity in a joint I'd been confident in. Had to grind it out, redo it, pay for the re-test out of my own pocket. Thing is, I've been doing this thirty years and I still missed it. Looked fine on the surface. I knew better and I rushed it because the deadline was pressing. Redid it slow, checked the root pass before I laid the cap over it. Passed first try. Nobody posts the failed weld. But that's the one with the actual lesson in it. The ones that pass teach you nothing. The one that fails, you remember it for the next thirty years. Re-ground a scrap piece from that job and left it on my bench as a reminder. Check the root, not the shine.

Ten years I barely painted. Taught, mostly, watched students do in two years what took me six, and told myself it was fine. It wasn't the envy that got me, it was the absence. Your hands forget confidence before they forget technique. The muscle memory stays but the nerve goes, and that nerve is half the craft. People talk about coming back to painting like it's a decision you make one morning. It wasn't. It was months of making bad work on purpose, forgiving myself in advance, before anything decent came out. My first real painting after that stretch was a small pear on a blue cloth and I nearly cried finishing it, which is embarrassing to admit at 44. I think we should tell young painters that the worst thing that can happen to you is not failure, it's stopping and staying stopped. Failure keeps you in the room. Stopping moves you out of it and the rent back in is higher every year.

Dragged out the old portfolio tonight to find a reference photo and there it was, this charcoal piece from 2016. Before I knew anything. Before I'd burned through a hundred bad drawings. And here's the thing. It's good. Like, actually good. The hand is a little off and the proportions aren't right but god the FEELING in it. That rawness. I remember being so embarrassed by that piece I almost threw it away. I thought because it wasn't technically right it wasn't worth anything. Now I'm sitting here with the work I've made this month, cleaner, more confident, and I keep thinking, I want some of that back. That person didn't know what she was doing and she didn't care. She just needed to get it OUT. I don't know if you get more naive as you learn or what. But I'm going to try something tomorrow. I'm going to paint like I don't know anything. See what comes up. Scared it'll be shit. Scared it'll be the best thing I've made in years. Maybe both.

okay so today at the market this guy stood in front of my booth for like ten minutes, studied everything, asked thoughtful questions about the pigment load and the cold press paper, I'm thinking oh nice, a real one. And then he goes "so can I just take a photo of this one instead of buying it? my phone does great in low light" and I laughed because I genuinely thought he was joking. he was not joking. he pulled out his phone and everything. I had to physically step between him and the painting like a bodyguard. That's my job now. I'm a bouncer for a watercolor of a window I've painted forty times. the weird thing is I get wanting the image. I take photos of art at museums all the time. but there was something so... confident about it? like the physical object, the hours of layering washes, the brush I had to rewet and rework because the sky went muddy and I nearly threw it out the window, none of that registered as worth anything. he just wanted the jpeg for free. anyway he left without buying anything and I did NOT cry but I did pack up twenty minutes early and eat a sad croissant. just needed to say it out loud to people who get it.

Some guy at the market last weekend watched me centre clay for like ten minutes, clearly had no idea what was happening, and then pointed at a wet cylinder on the wheel and asked if I could "just add a handle" to it. Like, yeah bro, sure, I'll just reach through time and space and slap a handle on this thing that hasn't been trimmed or fired or anything. You want a mug? That's a whole journey, not an Uber Eats order. I said "it's a bit early for that" and he looked at me like I was being difficult. Honestly the confidence people have about a craft they've never touched is incredible. I wish I had that energy about literally anything. Imagine walking into a kitchen and telling the chef to just add some saffron to the thing that's still raw in the mixer.

Had someone message me about a commission back in February. Wanted a small piece, maybe 40x40cm, in mostly smalti. We went back and forth for two weeks, she wanted a discount, wanted free shipping, wanted me to throw in a smaller piece "as a gesture." I held my ground, said the price is the price, and eventually she went quiet. I figured she'd moved on. Three weeks later the full amount shows up in my bank account with a one-line email: "Same dimensions as discussed, please proceed." No apology, no explanation. Just the money. I made the piece, shipped it, never heard from her again. Not even a photo of it on a wall. I still don't know what to make of that interaction. Part of me thinks she tested me and I passed. Part of me thinks she just got tired of negotiating and decided to pay. Either way, the lesson I keep landing on is: if you're confident the work is worth what you're asking, the haggling either resolves itself or it doesn't, and either outcome is fine. You don't have to win every conversation. Just don't be the one who folds first.

I pulled an old still life out of the rack this week. Pears on a copper pot, I painted it around 2015, and it always bothered me that the far edge of the pot went dead. Hard line, no atmosphere. So I set up to retouch it, scraped just that passage down, and repainted it. Now the problem is the mark itself. The new paint is confident, it turns, it sits in the light the way it should. But next to the older paint it looks young. You can feel the ten years in the difference. My hand is not the same hand. The retouch is technically better and it does not belong to the painting. I know there are ways to age a surface, varnish layers, glazes. But that's cosmesis. The real question is whether you can put a new mark into an old painting and have it be honest, or whether it always stays a transplant. I left it half done. Not sure I want to finish.

Found a block of lino the other day that I'd carved in 2019 and never got round to printing, just sat in a drawer under some old rollers. A heron, half-finished, barely past the first rough cuts. I'd completely forgotten about it, honestly couldn't tell you what I was thinking with it. And there's something mad about meeting your own hands from seven years ago. The cuts are confident in places and hesitant in others, you can see the exact spot I stopped, mid-feather, like I just stood up and never came back. Probably went out for a smoke and got distracted by a whole other life. I inked it up and pulled a proof just to see. It's rough, sure, but there's a looseness to it I don't have anymore. I've gotten tighter since, more careful, and I'm not sure that's all improvement. Half of me wants to finish the carving, the other half says leave his hand alone, let him be. Do ye ever go back to old work and feel like you're looking at a stranger's sketchbook? One you'd maybe buy at a market but not one that's yours.

found a small canvas from 2014 tucked behind a shelf while looking for a missing brush. it's a little study of a lemon, nothing fancy, but the color is so confident?? like i remember being 24 and stressing about my whole life and somehow the paint just... did the thing. no hesitation, no repainting over it a hundred times. today i spent three hours fighting a background that's just a flat blue wall. three hours. on a WALL. i want to shake 24-year-old me and ask what his secret was but i know it was probably just that he didn't know enough yet to be scared of ruining a canvas. anyway the lemon lives on the fridge now and the blue wall is still wrong lol

I've been teaching a beginner figure class this term and I keep noticing the same thing. The students who are terrified make the most honest drawings. The ones who think they already know how to draw are the ones I have to undo. There was a moment today, a woman in her fifties, first time ever holding a charcoal stick, and she got the weight of the model's shoulder better than half my advanced students would. She had no idea what she'd done. I didn't tell her, just let her keep going. Some things are better if you don't name them too early. I've been at this long enough to know that skill is not the enemy. But there's a confidence that comes before competence that is the real obstacle. Hard to teach around that. You can't ask someone to unlearn their own certainty.

ah here. was in my local sunday evening after the market, still had ink under my nails, couple of prints in a folder I was dropping to a fella. and this lad I know by sight but not by name leans over and spots them and goes "oh right, linocut, yeah. sure that's just a fancy stamp, isn't it. I could do that." and I just. looked at him. looked at the pint. considered my options. I said "you absolutely could, yeah. you'd want a decent set of tools, some linoleum, a barren, good paper, about three years of learning how not to slice your thumb off, a lot of patience for pulling a proof and realising you carved it all backwards, and the willingness to bin about forty prints before you get one you'd show your mother. but sure. stamp. basically." he laughed, fair play, said he'd stick to the day job. but the head on it. the absolute confidence of a man who's never held a gouge in his life that it's just pressing rubber on a pad. I wanted to hand him a block and a knife and say go on so, prove me wrong. what's the one your thing people insist is dead simple?

I am totally lost on how to price my art confidently. What system or equation do you use? I understand the process of raising prices if you are selling consistently and investing in your art career. But I am looking for some guidance to get started.

Was painting a pine stand this afternoon (trying to salvage a canvas I started two months ago and abandoned) and I grabbed a flat brush on a whim instead of my usual tiny round. And wow. One stroke and it actually looked like pine needles. Not a hundred fussy little lines that all run together. Just... one confident sweep that did the job. I've been doing landscapes since I picked painting back up and I never even questioned what I was grabbing. Just assumed smaller = more control = better. Turns out I was making everything twice as hard for no reason. Got me thinking what else I'm doing wrong out of pure habit. Anyone else have one of those "wait, THAT'S how you do it" moments way later than they'd like to admit?

I am totally lost on how to price my art confidently. What system or equation do you use? I understand the process of raising prices if you are selling consistently and investing in your art career. But I am looking for some guidance to get started.