That thing called luck

In the spirit of St. Patrick's Day, this post is about luck, and the debate on whether it exists or not.  I've seen some fellow artists who have made a lot of sales, like several pieces on any given day, and I've been quick to say "they're so lucky!" Hmmm, I wonder. Is it possible that maybe they're just working incredibly hard?  Sure, maybe they got lucky by making a connection with the right person at the right time, like unknowingly chatting with a gallery owner in the checkout lane at Walmart, or running into an interior designer at the gym or hair salon, but I believe you have to work hard and PUT YOURSELF OUT THERE first. I've been thinking about branding lately: what's my story, or what's a piece of my art's story? I've really gone out on a limb recently by ramping up my social media presence, telling stories, and taking chances, like calling a local community center, which resulted in my first upcoming exhibition. I've been trying to comment and connect more with fellow artists on Twitter and Facebook, and slowly, slowly, I think it's starting to pay off, not to mention I'm meeting and getting to know some great people out there. And, obviously, a benefit of lots of hard work is that your skills will get better and better. So, here's wishing all of you the best of luck, with maybe a lot of hard work thrown in, no matter what you're doing. Please share your experiences below in the comments and connect!

"Green Dance," 2015, Alcohol ink on artist panel

"Green Dance," 2015, Alcohol ink on artist panel