Finished

With the continued keeping of my mother, missing gallery volunteer days, lack of sales, I have come to the conclusion not to continue hanging work. It may be temporary, it may be long term. I learned a few things in the process. One, if you are to sell, there has to be several factors working. One, you have to be a real showman or business man. Two, your work has to merit being worthy of being sold, a wanted commodity.Three, it has to be presented professionally yet priced at Walmart prices.
I have found that I have failed in all of the above. I am no showman. I am quiet and unassuming, not savoring drawing attention to myself. I am no businessman. I had just as well give the work away as try and place some price upon it, usually too low for the time involved. The work I question if it has been worthy. I am yet struggling with subject matter. With the glut and overflow of constant awesome and amazing photography I see daily, my work is rather mundane and drab, not interesting as one called a particular photograph consistently. I have been way too cheap in my framing, in my presentation. 8x10 and 11x14 just doesn't have impact. I had sent off and received larger sized prints, 12x12 and 16x20, but then again, I am unable to afford the frames and mats. So they sit in the closet until I can land a job or find a way.
I am continually pondering my direction. I am going to try and do more painting and other mediums. The gourds call. The 6x6 and 4x4 boards i have ordered call. Maybe even some printmaking.
Everyone is the photographer and too,too many do it way to well, so much better than I, that I remain frustrated and trying to aspire to their level. I never will. I will not try. Free myself from the pain. Let it go.
Besides, the final thing, who really gives a damn? Very few. So what does it matter if I quit the gallery or not? It doesn't.