I am not a natural "people person."  I am shy and awkward in social situations, and I tend to avoid them like (insert your favorite cliche here.)  Still, I love art fair season.  Contradiction, you say?  Well, maybe, but art fairs supply that sorely needed validation that galleries are unable to supply- the sense that your work is connecting with Everyman, not only fellow artists and the art scene.

It is, ironically, the social environment of the art fairs that I enjoy.  Maybe it's because I otherwise starve myself of the stuff, but regardless of the success or fail at a particular fair, I always come away smiling because I met so many interesting, intelligent, and amazing people.  We may talk about art, animals, lifestyles, (heaven forbid) religion, or even the trivial fashion or weather; it doesn't matter, I'm fascinated by the patrons of art fairs.

Maybe it helps that my work is so specific.  I don't get half the traffic that many of my neighboring booths get, but I'm not disappointed by the intrepid individuals who do brave my eclectic mix of subject matter and my sister's and my fasion choices.  I have met the most unique, beautiful people...  brave people, wise people, mystic or deeply religious, serious or downright silly...  It's an inspiring thing.

I'm not a good correspondent and I'm the farthest thing from being a good businessman, I may never contact you, but I do appreciate all who come into my booth and share their stories, sometimes their take on one of my works, sometimes their personal opinions or trials. It is very gratifying to know my work is appreciated, whether it sells or not.  I am one of the types of artists who will make work whether it sells or not because I make it to share a story, a part of me, with others.  I always look forward to the sharing, and more, the recipricol sharing in turn from the Everyman patrons of art fairs.