The art fair that I am participating in is less than a week away. I’ve had to put down the brush (though I have a few finishing touches I’d like to add) and begin the process of presentation and pricing. Artists that show often must add this time into the price because, let me assure you, it takes a lot of time and effort and yes, money to get one’s artwork ready for public consumption. Because I am don’t know who will show up, I am determined to have many price points available. I have posted pictures of three tiny paintings that will be mounted on fabric matboard that is 8 x 10 and ready to be popped into a standard frame. I’ve left them unframed so that I may price them lower; hopefully to entice buyers. Pricing is always difficult for me. On one hand, it’s not that hard to add up time spent and materials used but how about the “je ne sais quoi” of art that changes it from wet paint on canvas into something with a life of its own? I want someone to connect with a painting and feel like they could want to look at it everyday. However, as much as I want my work to go out into the world, I sometimes can’t bear to part with them. Seeing them as my children is a good analogy; they came from me but they are not me. They are something more and independent of me and could not be recreated. They are unique in the world, just like my children. Yes, I’m a bit of a sentimental nut but there you have it. So this is swirling around my brain as I try to put a price on these “children” of mine; how much would make it worth it to part with them and to never look upon them again. Yes I know, I need to let go and keep painting….and hope that some of my paintings will adore walls other than my own- at a fair price.