This past weekend was the Georgia Marble Festival, held in my hometown, and hosted by it was an art exhibit.

Five of my pieces were in the show, where the art could be judged to win prize money or bought from the artists. It was a wonderful opportunity to get my name out into the community and to meet several professional artists in the area-- and that I did! From what I observed, I was by far the youngest artist there- which both flattered me and made me feel quite small.

At the end of the first day of the festival all of my prints had been sold! I am quite happy about that, to say the least. Next year, however, I will only be entering my best piece into the show and instead get an actual vendor's booth at the festival, itself.

Between the price of entry and the 30% commission they charged on everything sold, I made zero profit. Which, I would have been fine with if I hadn't been constantly hassled about how low my prices were (ironic, I know...it just really ticked me off after the hundredth time someone said something to me like I was some idiot teenager who had no clue what I was doing).

In reality, though, if they had been priced any higher, then I do not believe I would have sold anything...just like all the other art that had been entered. This way, I could at least get my name out there and make myself known in the community.

Of course I couldn't have planned all of that out myself, so owe much love to my sister and her brilliant thinking. She's my manager and gets my butt into action. For the show she got my pieces framed, matted, and entered. Thanks, again!

Through this process, I learned about myself how much joy it brings to me knowing that my love is hanging up on someone's wall to be further spread to those who see it.
It's quite an awesome feeling that no profit can buy.

. . .

I finally have a break from school this week and I must say, I almost didn't make it through the last day (actually, I didn't make it- my dear had to come to my rescue). I'm trying to relax while I can, but this past week was so stressful for me that I am having trouble unwinding and letting things go. I need to get out. Like now.

But I can't. I'm stuck in the house until my room gets cleaned. *sigh* I've been so busy with school that I have completely neglected everything- my room, my friends, myself, and MY CAMERA! :C
I haven't taken any pictures since school started aside from a few snapshots for my clubs.

But I guess this is just the life of a workaholic and creator. Unless I am constantly busy with something I feel unaccomplished in life-- unless there is a constant subtle pressure of stress weighing on my shoulders, I spend too much thought on myself and slip again into a depressive state.
My schedule is mostly manageable, but after 45 days of the hardest classes I have ever taken (along with the many more hours after class spent on the homework) and being actively involved in nine school clubs, it wears on a person after a while.

In other words, in the following five days I have left of holiday, I will be catching up on everything neglected and recouping for round two. This includes: trying to figure out why Latin is so confusing, getting my hair chopped off, and updating my gallery/portfolio.

Oh, I have promised a few of you a feature. I will get around to those....eventually.