i often wonder what the perception of my financial situation is. what with social media being a mirage. guess what? it’s crushingly, heartbreakingly. cataclysmically terrible. i ration toilet paper and cat litter. there are tumbleweeds in my fridge. fresh vegetables are a luxury. i’d love to get into a collagen/lion’s mane/vitamins situation. i haven’t bought anything for myself because i’ve wanted it in years. i mention this bc i see others shelling out hundreds of dollars for a t shirt and i’m like how in the actual fuck is that happening while i am scraping toothpaste out of the tube that i had to cut open with scissors?! i don’t even want a 100 dollar t shirt i just want toothpaste.
my perspective has shifted a lot in that i don’t care about the holes in my clothes frankly i’d rather have some beets. and don’t feel any type of way if you are financially rich. seriously good. for. you. and i mean that sincerely! i’m just questioning the balance.
my entire income is what i make selling art. and nothing i am making is moving at full price which is why i have so many sales. and i am pretty sure the same 8 people buying from me are like, bitch i have no more wall space. also, and no disrespect to those 8 people because you are my actual heroes and i thank my lucky stars for you every single day, but selling 8-12 $50 paintings every two weeks isn’t enough money live off of. i am behind on every single bill, there is no food for the mouths i feed (human or beast), mike shares his food with me when he can and is paying for my car insurance and my phone bill bc we are still on a family plan. i am moving into the second month of not paying my rent. there is probably an eviction notice in my mailbox. it looms portentously on the edge of my overgrown yard that i can’t afford to have cut.
i know i’m not alone here on the island of sadness, despair and overgrown yards. i’ve spoken to other artists about it and it seems to be a plague on us all (well most of us anyway). and i know that the income of an artist is anything but consistent. i have been trying for months to get a better part time job than the one i currently have which i had to step back from months ago because the stress of my daily life has affected both my mental and physical health. the impact of that has been devastating and i only make $20 an hour at 20 hours a week. that’s $1600 a month. a pittance but when it’s gone it seems like a million dollars. and now i work even less. i am looking every day and no one is hiring an artist/actress/receptionist. my resume is hilarious, despite moderate success in all 3 areas. “well, i am joyce in the bank of joyce commercials for gbc banks but i also can schedule clients and inventory product and do loads of laundry all at once and i can paint you a pretty picture.”
i applied to be a flight attendant yesterday which is hilarious because i’m petrified of flying. also did you know it’s statistically harder to get a job as a delta flight attendant than it is to get into harvard? i think there are something like over 100,000 applicants and only just under 2000 are hired each year. i live less than a mile from delta headquarters. would be so easy.
i’ve considered selling my underwear, something i am researching. but i just don’t know if i can wear the same pair of underwear every day for two weeks. but if you or someone you know wants my hole-y granny panties do let me know.
i am currently researching where i can park a car legally and live inside of it? turns out rest stops and truck stops. but now i need a gun and if i had the money for a gun i’d go ahead and use that for groceries/rent.
i diiiiiiigresssssss. you get it. i am fucked.
so how can you help?
you have options!
do nothing! i can surely go fuck myself. (please don’t pick this one)
you’ve been reading this blog forever and thought i would donate to this thing if she’d only provide a link to donate. well guess what? check out that shiny donation button.
(i math’d the math and if all 500 of my subscribers donated $10 i would have enough to pay last month’s and this month’s rent, pay bills, buy food and have some left over for fiona’s trip to korea. if all 500 of you donated $20 dollars i would have all of the above plus much needed DOCTORS APPOINTMENTS!)
3. you could buy some art! that’s easy. you’re already here, just click available work and pick something. don’t see anything that floats your boat. commission something! email me and let’s do that painting you’ve always wanted.
4. i am offering design services. or paint/wallpaper services. or marketplace services. check out design guides above for details.
i heard someone say that money is just money. and if you have it and someone needs it you give it. even i give it when i can. so if you can please do.
seriously. anything helps. i’m weary to my bones. you could consider yourself a benefactor of the arts.
if you want to talk to me all personal like and intimately just email me.
thanks for listening.
