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The Rush of Creating and Selling

As most of you already know, I'm an artist with a serious crush on photography. Many times, I've even shared various websites where my prints and originals are for sale. However, what I typically omit from my blog posts is the overwhelming feeling of accomplishment when I sell my original works of art. I create something, bravely share and promote my vision to the best of my ability and then someone other than me has a desire to love and appreciate it enough to put it on display in their home or office (!?!). It's insane in the best way possible! This undeniable feeling of joyful awe and gratitude will almost certainly never dissipate. I'm incredibly thankful and, honestly, it feels something like drinking bottled happiness. 

Long story short, it wasn't that long ago that I discovered Saatchi Art (an online gallery connecting artists with collectors) and thought, what the heck. Why not list a few pieces and see what happens. Well, this past week brought some wonderful and completely unexpected moments because I sold two paintings! This isn't the first time I've sold my work but wow, I mean what a rush! I literally spent hours packaging, panicking and perfecting presentation so that hopefully when the paintings arrive, my amazing new customers will be just as happy on the receiving end as I am on the supplying end.

Anything is possible, and sometimes those much-needed moments come when you least expect them. Thank you for letting me share this great news, and thank you for supporting my work. xoxo Bella

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Comments

AVY said…
Those are fantastic, such depth in them.

/Avy

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Julie said…
I'm so excited for you! I just started an Etsy page about a month ago and haven't had any luck yet. I've mostly been getting commissions by word of mouth so far. I heard about Saatchi recently and was thinking about listing a few things there....maybe I will! =)

Unknown said…
Glad to see this up and about in the net. The key thing here is to build up your art as an online brand, then utilize the online media outlets as a means with which to market it and put it out there.

Layla Stabile

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