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early in my career a gallery "offered" to represent me but wanted me to pay for the opening, drinks, food, invitations, the whole thing. i knew it was off but i was so desperate for a yes i almost did it anyway. thank god my friend talked me out of it. what's the worst red flag you walked past because you wanted the opportunity too much? the thing you look back on and cringe at yourself for almost agreeing to

Two people this month have suggested I start a Substack newsletter. A former student who now does very well on social media told me I was "sitting on a goldmine of expertise" and letting it go to waste. The gallery that represents me sent an email suggesting it would help with "audience building." I have a small pile of beautiful, unused Moleskine notebooks and a perfectly good fountain pen. I also have a quiet studio, a waiting list for my classes, and more work than I can comfortably finish. I am not sure what problem Substack is meant to solve for me, and at 47 I find I am becoming less interested in solving problems I do not have. I understand the argument. I teach techniques that are hard to find elsewhere. I have opinions about pigments and paper that people might want to read. But the pitch always assumes the thing you are not doing is the thing you should be doing, and I am not convinced that is true. Writing a proper newsletter takes time and thought. I would rather put that into another painting or a better lecture for my students. Has anyone else here pushed back on this pressure and been glad they did? Or do I sound like someone who will regret this in a year.

I had a gallery a few years back, small, good space, seemed to get my work, and they wanted exclusivity for my city. Not just that they'd represent me, but that I couldn't sell to anyone else in Thessaloniki at all. Even off my own studio floor. I said no and we parted ways. Still wonder if I was right or just territorial. What's your line on exclusivity? Signed one, turned one down, regretted either way?

I spent eleven years painting before I had a gallery willing to represent me. Not for lack of trying, mind you. I sent portfolios, made appointments, attended openings, did all the proper things. Nothing. What finally worked was a letter. Not an email, a proper letter on good paper, after a small show of mine got a modest review in a regional paper. I wrote to the director of a small natural-history gallery two states away, enclosed photographs of my actual work, and said I thought we might suit each other. She wrote back within the week. We worked together for thirteen years. I still wonder whether it was the letter, the timing, or simply that I stopped trying to impress and started stating plainly what I could offer. How did you land your first gallery? Was it persistence, a lucky introduction, or something you'd never repeat?

i had a gallery say they wanted to represent me, sent me a contract, we did the back and forth, i signed, and then nothing. not a single email back. ever. i emailed twice over three months, polite, just checking in. nothing. i still don't know what happened. i assume they had some kind of crisis or the person left or they just changed direction, but the silence was so complete it almost made me wonder if i imagined the whole thing. anyone else had a gallery go completely dark after a yes? or am i the only one who got signed and then evaporated