I once watched a man, preparing a bowl of fruit for breakfast, artfully arrange each slice with delicate and careful consideration for the esthetics. The result was a visual work of art, enticing to both the pallet and the eye. His father happened by at that moment, spied a plump strawberry that appealed to him, reached over, plucked it up, and popped it into his mouth. My friend's face dropped. His creation had been disrupted - unbalanced. The harmony was gone. He actually spent another five minutes rearranging the fruit to recapture the esthetic before he deemed the creation worthy of consuming. (I didn't watch, but as I think about it now he likely ate the slices in a manner that would retain the bowl's balance and harmony). It's why I love the guy - he tries to infuse everything he does with an artful grace and vision. Here's what the bowl of fruit lacked: Marketing. Only he and I noticed it, and I'm not entirely sure he noticed that I noticed. His act was entirely one of self-fulfillment.
This is what artists are about: Self-fulfillment of a craving for expression. Doesn't matter the medium, or its privacy. All the years I've created art and prose the reward was entirely internal - intense satisfaction in having created something out of one's own soul. But when I started exhibiting, very quickly marketing became half the job. It's no use a work hanging in a gallery if no one knows it's there, and gallery owners are not going to promote only one artist's work. Self-promotion falls to the artist, if interested in such. This week is a good example. I have work in two exhibits opening, plus a third gallery in which work needed to be rotated, and a forth beginning next week. There's a fifth location I should also be rotating work and a couple more galleries I'm arranging (or at least thinking about) meetings with. I've actually spent zero time creating new work this week - It's all been marketing.
It's like my friend's bowl of fruit - arranging everything harmoniously is an art in and of itself.
All my life I have had to learn to do things differently. To see the world differently.