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January 25, 2015

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Congratulations, Beth, it's a lovely painting and your prints are fine too.
It's certainly true that perceptions about buying original art are full of confusion but I think that a lot of this is due to the insane thing that is now the 'art market'and the insane prices that are asked, and paid, for much 'art' that is merely money-greed in disguise.

This is a nice painting Beth- I like it.

I've never bought original art...maybe because I like to make them myself. I do paintings and sketches for my own pleasure and the sense of accomplishment when it's completed.

I'm so glad someone bought that beautiful piece!

I am one of those who framed the print you sent at Christmastime a while back. It sits on my desk at the synagogue and I gaze at it every day.

Our walls are covered with art. Some by friends; some which we've found in other places; and a couple of pieces we've bought in galleries. They were affordable by gallery standards and a major leap for us, but I have never stopped being glad that we spent that money. Art enlivens.

That is very nice work. I tend to buy art from artists I know personally or from local artists. I also like to give art works as gifts. I don't care about taste at all, because that is an individual thing anyway.

I once earned a lovely large lithograph from a babysitting gig, and an oil painting from editing a book. (The underground economy.) Other small things were bought at silent auctions at artist-run centers. Pinhole photos, small drawings, etc. Artists are always being asked to donate to these fundraisers, and they often do it, even though it can get a bit much.

I have some very nice pieces that we bought just because we liked them. A painting from an artist in France that is one of the things I would try to save from a fire (after my cats and powerbook). A carved clock that was made to my ideas and a number of my sister's works. And a pastel I did of a cat who died way too young.
And I still wish that we had splurged and both another piece from the French artist that was $1500.00 which we didn't have but should have bought anyway!

Beyond buying originals is commissioning. I've done this several times and simultaneously mentioned the sum I had in mind. This can be a leap in the dark and can lead to embarrassment; on the other hand, if you're better informed, there's immense pleasure in guessing a reasonable asking price and then adding another hundred. Few artists are capable of disguising their reaction that it's more than they expected - one telltale is a totally blank expression. Otherwise buying is such a grubby business.

Once I commissioned a statue. The artist said, "You've got to realise this is not a casual - "

I interrupted, "How about £XXX."

In this case I suspect I was way over. The artist said, "Oh." Nothing more, except the space between us was alive with unspoken thoughts. Better than that, we both went away satisfied.

Oh, lucky person, and what joy your art will give him or her!

I like your advice and would add, in my young adult days I could not afford 'real art' except to rent it from art galleries like the Art Gallery of Toronto or some public libraries. This is a fantastic way to learn what you like and what you want to live with (not always the same, especially if you live with someone else.) Many of these galleries also have a rent-to-own option so you can take time, decide, save. The rental cost is applied to the purchase price. That first decade or so not only taught me what I liked, it also taught me about the tangible, daily joy of living with art (including yours!)

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