When I was sketching in the backyard garden at a coffee
house in Copenhagen this summer I never thought I’d be selling that same
drawing weeks later in order to fund personal finances. I didn’t think that
about any of my sketches that summer, but funny enough I ended up selling
almost everyone of them for some quick euro during the last two weeks of my
summer trip, which ended in Galway, Ireland.
So how did I find myself desperate enough that I resorted to selling my personal collection of sketched boats, buildings and landscapes? Well, prior to my landing in Galway I
spent two months circumnavigating mainland Europe from the West (Paris) all the
way across to Istanbul in the far East.
Thank goodness for cheap hostels in Eastern Europe and my good
Turkish arkadas (friend) who let me stay at her flat for what seemed like
weeks. That, and eating frugally, surfing random couches and hitching rides had
me saving as much money as I could, but for a kid making the bulk of his money
as a server, there wasn’t much to begin with. The beauty of travel
is you can always make it work, sometimes you just have to cut corners, off
your passport, in order to make a fire in the woods.
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| Got some help on the hitch |
Back to Galway. On the streets of this Irish town brimming
with creativity, consciousness and culture, everybody seems to do what they enjoy
because it makes them happy. They live simply and they live comfortably. This
made selling my artwork, literally on the street, much more accepted and even
popular to some.
When I went out that first day I chose a spot on the main
street (appropriately titled ‘shop street’) that I had been scouting a few days
before, which no one seemed to occupy. One reason it
remained vacant was most likely because it was just before the entrance of vendor’s
row, an alley stretch where sellers with legit booths pay to have a place.
This was a tricky spot, because those vendors closest would ask me to take my business elsewhere. Luckily for me it only involved moving my blanket a few inches to the right to
allow passer-byers to walk by comfortably. It didn’t feel right to move
completely when hundreds of other sellers stake their ground on that same
street daily. I just happened to be the one closest in proximity to their disconcert.
In places like Galway, negotiating with the locals is just as important as
having notable art work to sell.
Out of the ten or so completed sketches I had from earlier
in the trip I used six or seven to display for sale on my blanket. It also just
so happened Galway had three or four different print shops downtown so it was
very affordable and accessible to make prints for those sketches. They also
came out pretty awesome looking.
Besides just the potential money profit, there was much I
learned and benefitted from while selling my work including making new friends,
gaining worldly knowledge about people and places and witnessing a whole host
of entertaining street performers including musicians, magicians, jugglers and
balloon artists (shout out Alber!).
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| Aboard the gypsy train with flat mate Dylan |
One trick I liked to pull was pretending to be an outside
observer looking at my art. When I would find someone stopping to look I would
walk up next to them and say, “Hmm, what do you think?”
Everyone seems to be just a little more honest when they
don’t think they’re talking to the artist themselves. My funniest interaction
came from an Irish lady. She stopped to take in my art and I began the
conversation, pointing to my art, “Hmm, so what do you think?”
Lady, “Eh,
looks like shit if you ask me.”
Me, “Yeah.
Rubbish ain’t it?
Lady, “Looks
like a child drew those sketches.”
Me, “Like
someone just gave a box of crayons to a six-year-old huh.”
Lady, “I wonder what they were thinking.”
Me, “Well,
probably just trying to make some extra cash. I’m pretty broke these days.”
Lady, “huh.
What? You drew these?”
Me, “Yes.”
Lady, “Oh
my lord. I’m, so, sorry laddie.”
Me, “No,
no thanks for your input.”
Lady, “Well, it’s just...”
Me, “Really, it’s
ok.”
Lady, “Well,
bye now.”
Me, “Bye.”
Not everyone was blown away by my stuff, but many still liked
it. On my last count I sold seven different sketches, ranging from 3 to 7 euros
a piece over the two weeks I was out selling. I probably went out every other
day for those two weeks, for two hours at a time, sometimes sharing my space
with a Spanish friend who was selling her macramé bracelets.
Turns out, almost every buyer I sold to was
American, except for an Irish man, who was living in New York City. My profession may not be an artist, but it's certainly a hobby, and the fact that I not only made new friends, but was able to get at least a slice of Napoli pizza each day made it all worth it.
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| The Spot |
