This past weekend, as a weaver, I made my first sale.
It was a barter, really. A trade to another artist for a peice of mixed media art.
- but do you notice how I termed that? How I feel comfortable terming that? "another artist" I just said.
That phrase may not be much, but in it I allow myself to identify as an artist. As a fiber artist, that is. I've identified as a theatre artist for a while now, even as I move away from doing theatre to focus on other things (says she who is about to direct a show...) There is something phenomally validating and strangely liberating, to having another person value -literally- your work.
Kimberly Rogers is a pretty well-known local artist, and I was overwhelmed, and excited, and honored and all sorts of goeey and postive feelings when she asked if I would be interested in swapping a peice of my weaving, for a peice of her art. I was at craft market/bazzar, sitting with my friend at her booth. She makes all kinds of amazing jewelry: earrings, necklaces and the like; and she had invited me to have some woven peices on her table. I don't have all that much inventory, but I brought three peices with me: a scarf, a small rug, and a doubleweave peice the size of a large placemat. It could be used on a table or a wall, and is different on its two sides. The main colors are copper and purple. One side is woven with copper and the other with black. I designed it based on an overshot pattern, I took the blocks and applied double weave threading to it. I called it "southwest sunburst." There is more to the warp that I'm doing another peice on.
It's a rectangular peice with, on one side, copper blocks raidiating out from a larger central copper block. On the other side the center and radiating arms are a purple/black. I will look for a photo of it... I swear I took one, and now I'm not so sure. because I cannot find it!
I had had my eye on a peice of hers all day, and was going to buy it as a gift for Darlin' Man; to have my little mat valued as equal -I valued it that way, which makes it even better somehow that she agreed with me, since I proposed what I wanted in exchange - is amazingly satisfying. And inspiring.
What a way to end the first craft market I ever displayed my things at!