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Launching an Art Biz Without a Net — Entrepreneuring pg135
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
I was a few months into my solitary, rent-free sojourn house sitting at the Walnut Creek family home when finding money for food, gas and feminine hygiene products became something I should think about. I had acquired a compressor and was painting large, airbrushed acrylic fantasies of baroque plant forms, and had even sold two. Occasionally I would glance at the help wanted section of the Contra Costa Times, hoping for something interesting. — From Chapter 7
Thirty-eight years ago I had no clue that 1982 was the year the safety net of regular paychecks disappeared. For the rest of my life I kept hoping there would be something to grab onto every time I leapt off the high platform to somersault from trapeze to trapeze thinking, How about I try this! Often I dangled — gripping frantically with one hand while staring down at that quick drop to a bankruptcy splat, but I always managed to hang on, keep swinging and never did have to resort to a real paycheck job. I had had many. They all required showing up on time dressed presentably.
