Last Wednesday a group of dedicated photographers from Adelaide (myself included) held a one night exhibition of pinhole photography.
Here’s one of the pieces from the series I had in the exhibition. It’s called The Abridged Adventures of Raoul Rodriguez, Punk Rock Rabbit: Episode II
It was an *amazing* show – great work, huge crowd, lots of red dots (because that means something, right?) It was also a night of crossed wires.
So, this is what happened. I had four pieces in the show, and I sold one piece (see above) to a very lovely artist friend. Excellent. An interesting couple wanted to talk to me about my work. Fantastic. They opened the conversation with “we would like the other three but we don’t have any room left” or something to that effect. Weird, but ok, sure. We chat about the camera I used (an old biscuit tin) and other pinhole photography related things. Then, looking kind of disappointed, they said goodbye. What was that about? According to my dedicated Knower of Such Things who had been at my elbow the whole time (Hi Mum!), that was about negotiating a price. CLANG! Geez, why didn’t you just say so?
My question is: how do I learn to decode these social nuances? I’m no good with money! (or social nuances) I just make the work >_< I'm not the only one who missed the boat - another talented photographer sold four of her pieces to a very discerning collector, who then said to her something like "I feel sorry for the ones without red dots", my guess is (days later) that this was also an invitation to negotiate. We need help! Or an agent! Any clues?
Polly Dance reviewed the show in db Magazine. You can read the review here!
Get an agent already!
I hear ya, if you ever find a good art agent, please share them.
Discount your work at your own peril.