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Rejection as a Blessing — The Faux Louvre pg260
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
By 2007 I had made it. This new art series was getting popular. My mailing list of customers was growing by hundreds, and half my sales were to people who already owned at least one. People were building collections. At the fall show in Danville three people were lined up holding originals and waiting for me to write them up. I extrapolated into the future. At this rate I could be out of credit card debt in less than a year. Holy crap! Woo hoo! I bought every ornate frame I could find that fall (on credit), and loaded up the next season’s schedule with premiere shows. I painted all winter to build up inventory for the next, even better year.
As luck would have it the next year was 2008. When an economy tanks the very first thing everyone stops buying is art. Art also happens to be the last thing people start buying again when things improve. Vendors stood aghast in ghost towns of white canopies, wondering where all the shoppers went. — From Chapter 14
Early in 2008 I received a rejection that eventually revealed itself to be a great big blessing.
The housing bubble in the years before the crash saw enclaves of McMansions being thrown up in unlikely places… just a bit too far from urban centers…
