RESILIENCE
How well does it age?
October 2012
My first gallery show
was a two-man show in 1977, and all of my work sold at the opening reception.
For the next twenty years I sold almost everything I painted. When I moved to
Paducah, over 900 miles from my home of forty years, I knew I would have to build
a new client base, and was confident I could do so. After a few years of
promoting my work and myself I succeeded in establishing a fairly consistent
market for my art. Sales remained consistent, even through 4 years of a failing
economy, until this year, when, as abruptly as turning off a faucet, they
diminished to a depressing trickle.
I have had lulls before,
but never like this. The past ten months have seen the fewest sales since
coming to Paducah. Suddenly I find myself being tested, facing serious
questions about my future; how viable is my art, can I recover the market I
seem to have lost, what can I do to reverse this situation, and is it time for
me to begin putting the paints away? Underlining all of these questions is an
awareness of my age, increasingly a major factor in so many of my
considerations these days.
Which leads me to the issue
prompting this narrative…how resilient am I at this stage in my life? When I began writing this, I was
prepared to delve into the complex issue of aging, and how it affects our
emotional and psychological attitudes toward the “stuff of life”. But at this
very moment, the answer suddenly seems quite simple, physical issues aside; we
are only as old as we allow ourselves to be. Or, as the old adage tells us,
“you are as young as you feel”.
Adding years to our life
entices us to think we must be changing, because after all, older people are
different from younger ones. That is why all of my self-reflection begins with
the reminder that I am 73 years old. This type of thinking is an insidious
process that quietly skews our attitude and re-enforces the stereotypes of
ageing. Recently I have begun to appreciate how mistaken I have been.
Age is irrelevant in dealing
with problems and issues with my work at this stage in life. All that matters
is my willingness to commit to the task at hand.
Note…according to actuarial
data, a 73 year-old man can expect to live another 11.82 years. Now that is
something I can hang my hat on.
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