Friday Tips: Commisioned Work–Do You Include the Studies with the Project?

Recently I was asked by an emerging artist how to deal with the issue of studies.  Apparently a client commissioned a large painting, and expected that the studies would be included with the price of the painting, much to the surprise (and furtive anger) of the artist.  Here is how I answered:

When I was younger art dealer, and hungry, I always advised my artists to include the setup pieces, or what we call “studies,” as a part of the commission.  Sure, we’d price the overall commission to include a fee for these works, we just didn’t charge much.  You may not want to charge much initially either.  Whichever the case, I don’t advise that an artist EVER give away their work to a prosperous client.

Now that we’ve been in business sixteen years, we’ve reached the point where we don’t have to include the studies (or if sculpture, maquettes) for a modest fee.  If the client wants the studies, they have to pay what those pieces would sell for on the open market.  They always do, since they feel honored to be able to exhibit the works that led to the masterpiece.  But of course we put this price in the overall agreement to begin with, so they can opt out of this part of the agreement, if they wish.

In your case, if there was no prior agreement, I don’t advise that you give away the works.  You should be paid something for them.  At the same time, you don’t want to burn a bridge either.  I try never to burn bridges, or upset clients, unless they just plain need upsettin’—and some people do, when being taught how to properly respect artists.

So, I advise you to diplomatically discuss this with the client, and explain how the tradition works.  If he/she don’t like that, then you may politely ask whether they work for free.  They’ll tell you they don’t.  Well, you shouldn’t either.

I trust this will be of use.

Field Trip for Young Artists

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Last Saturday we took a group of artists from University Academy on a painting-and-sculpting field trip.  Well they didn’t really paint or sculpt, but did spend instructional time with professional artists who, I do believe, inspired them.First stop was Richard Raney’s studio in the West Bottoms.  Then we headed to Block so the kids could dig the collection.  Block  generously fed everyone lunch,  (although for some reason I only got PB&J while the kids all got smoked salmon). 

The artists they spent time with, in order, were Richard Raney, Vernon Brejcha,  Lonnie Powell, Jon Bidwell, and some Boneheaded Art Consultant.  The goal?  For these young artists to prepare an exhibit, which will be put on display at the new offices of the Economic Development Council of KC, 3/8.  It’ll go well. 
 

We finished the day in some galleries in The Crossroads.  I don’t mind saying, there was more than a little excitement about the whole gig.  Well, good.  Photos, by the way, courtesy of the multi-talented Mr. William Rose. 

Absolute Arts Column: Bios

Wrote a column yesterday for Absolute Arts on the subject of Bios, how to write one effectively, and how to use it in place of a resume if you don’t yet have a bagful of accomplishments behind you.  Rather a boring subject, but these things have to be dealt with if a career that is going to move forward.  It’s business, baby.

Linda Ganstrom and the 2007 Kansas Inaugural / Hookah Bar

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We juried this frank and wonderfully sensual piece into the inaugural because it is just that: honest, sensual, and refined.  This is the 2nd time I’ve encountered Linda Ganstrom’s work as a juror, and the 2nd time I’ve seen that it was lauded.  Reckon I’ll have to carry her work in the gallery someday.

Dinner last night at a barbecue on County Line Road, then a relaxing hour at the Hookah Bar in Westport.  I enjoy the occasional hookah; my wife does not.  It’s the only way I can take tobacco, and only then a few times a year, since you can’t indulge in decadence too often.

Friday Tips: Resumes

Resumes

It is time we discussed the necessity of the resume, and what to list on it.  If you feel you haven’t yet accomplished enough to make for an impressive resume, then writing a biography may be better suited to your career at this stage.  But whether you feel you’re ready to write a resume or not, I’d like for you to read through this section.  It will likely give you several ideas about how to describe your work, and may also teach you a lesson or two about promotion. 

By the way, please do not look down on the word “promotion.”  Picasso was a master promoter.  So was Diego Rivera.  So was Andy Warhol (although I suspect that getting shot was outside the realm of his plans).  It’s a part of the business.  It can be a very distasteful part if handled in the Barnum and Bailey sense, or it can be a very sophisticated aspect if handled with integrity and intelligence.  I personally see it as an essential means of informing my clients about the worth of my artists, which in turn assists me in helping my artists make a  living.  Needless to say, I’m pretty keen on both points.

As for resumes, I’ve printed below what a typical one looks like–this for a sculptor who works in stainless steel.  Some of the achievements I’ve listed are substantial, some are not.  I list them all regardless, since as a whole they seem more impressive than they do individually.  Use this format as a guide for your own resume if you like, or formulate your own.  So long as the thing reads well, it should do just fine.

ARLIE REGIER 

Education:
1955 Degree in Sculpture Design, Colorado State University, Ft. Collins, CO. 
1962 Studied sculpture under Richard Stankewicz, New York, NY.

Juried Exhibitions: 
1992 Sculpture in the Park, Loveland, CO. 
1993 LauMeirer Contemporary Craft Show, St. Louis, MO.
1993-97 Sculpture in the Park, Loveland, CO.
1998 Two-Man Show, Shidoni Gallery, Santa Fe, NM.
1999 One-Man Show, Leopold Gallery, Kansas City, MO.
1999 Sculpture in the Park, Loveland, CO.
2000 Two-Man Show, Khadoure Fine Art; Santa Fe, NM.
2000 Sculpture in the Park, Loveland, CO.
2001 One-Man Show, Khadoure Fine Art; Santa Fe, NM.
2002 One-Man Show, Leopold Gallery, Kansas City, MO
2002 Sculpture in the Park, Loveland, CO
2003 One-Man Show, Khadoure Fine Art; Santa Fe, NM
2004 One-Man Show, Khadoure Fine Art; Santa Fe, NM
2005 One-Man Show, Leopold Gallery, Kansas City, MO
2006 One-Man Show, Adieb Khadoure Fine Art; Santa Fe, NM
2007 Boston Museum of Fine Art

Galleries:
Leopold Gallery; Kansas City, MO
Adieb Khadoure Fine Art; Santa Fe, NM
Savage Stephens Gallery; Carmel, CA

Select Commissions:
1994 “Monolith in Steel,” Private Collector, Denver, CO.
1996 “Westward,” Private Collector, Miami, FL.
1996 “The Journey,” Private Collector, Las Vegas, NV.
1996 “Elevators, Wheat” Kansas City Board of Trade, Kansas City, MO
1997 “Pathfinder,” Private Collector, Santa Fe, NM.
1998 “Pierce the Sky,” Paul Mueller Co., Springfield, MO.
1998 “Hemisphere in Steel,” Douglas Adams (author), London, U.K.
1999 “Ripened Grain,” DeBruce Grain, Kansas City, MO.
2000 “Floating Sphere,” Private Collection, San Diego, CA.
2001 “Design and Innovation,” Mack Truck, Bethlehem, PA.
2001 “Picasso’s Eye,” Private Collection, Boston, MA.
2002 “Design and Innovation,”  Overland Park Convention Center,   O.P., KS
2003 “Giving More Than You Take,” Osborne Plaza.  Olathe, KS.
2004 “Stellar Outpost,” Private Collector, San Diego, CA.
2005 “Horizon Interrupted,” Loveland Sculpture Garden, Loveland, CO.
2006 “Sphere,” H&R Block; Kansas City, MO

Media:
2006 Not By Bread Alone, Paperback Book
2005 Southwest Art Magazine
2003 Kansas City Star Magazine
2001 Kansas City Star

This resume fits onto one page, and quickly informs the reader of the sculptor’s accomplishments.  Do I mention that he very nearly gave away his first commission, “Molamphy Memorial,” as well as his second, “Inner Section”? No.  Nor do I ever mention his sacrifices, or how tough the road was, or how numerous the setbacks.  The only thing I indicate is how successful he is now.  Besides, once I took on his career, his prices rose, his belief in himself shot up, his designs became bolder, and now he’s one of my most sought-after artists.  In fact he has exhibit next September in the Boston Museum of Fine Art.  Now he and I can talk about his starvation years, but only because success has been achieved.  If we hadn’t achieved it yet, there’s no way I would discuss it.

In filling out your resume, you’ll likely have to use a similar tactic of making yourself seem more successful than you feel you are.  There is nothing wrong with this, so please feel no guilt. 

Example:  When the Beatles, still largely unknown in 1962, were preparing to leave Liverpool for an engagement in Germany, their manager printed up posters promoting a concert they were to give prior to their “European Tour.”  That tour was a long-term gig at a cheap club in downtown Hamburg, where they slept in a dank back room, and played eight hours a night for pennies–or pfennigs, if you prefer.  Still, did this type of promotion detract from the uniqueness of their music?  To the contrary, it helped their style to become better known.  Within two years they were on the Ed Sullivan Show, and the world of music, if not the world of youth, was changed forever.

If your work has true substance, and you know it has substance, these mild exaggerations do no one any harm.  It’s the work that counts; the promotion merely helps you to take it where you need to go.  So fill out the resume, exaggerating if you must, but never lying.  As the years go by you’ll achieve things of greater significance, making moot the need to exaggerate.  Of course it would be great if you never had to exaggerate at all, but rarely will you meet a successful artist who didn’t have to do the same when they were younger.  Very rarely.
 

Final Day in Oregon / Old Hippies

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It was on an Oregon Beach like this that I, as a young longhair, came across a bearded hipster baking bread on sticks over an open fire.  I was 14 at the time.  1971.  He offered me some bread.  It was warm and moist and tasted faintly of salt.  He then offered me a joint.  I declined, and gradually drifted back to the motel, where the screaming disaster of my father’s 3rd marriage awaited me.  The trip itself ended in disaster, with a terrible scene in Yellowstone, but that’s a different story.  Anyway, I’ve always remember that kind hippie. 

Roaming Oregon for the last several days, I’ve come across many such hippies; stopped and talked with them.  Now of course they’re all gray-haired; some use canes; some seem eternally young; some have gone senile; some own nursing homes for the senile. 

My generation is aging.  I’ve known this for a long time, but only in Oregon did it really sink in.  Sure, I still think of myself as 25, but that’s only because I’ve always lived in a state of self-delusion–a carefully maintained one.

Still, it was charming to talk with so many aging hipsters.  Their warmth hasn’t changed in 36 years, and the state is still a wonder.  But now it’s back to KC, where I’ve got a new gallery to open, an abundance of new projects to launch, a screenplay to push further up the line, and a fine family to love.  Damn, I am one lucky man.  And no, I ain’t using a cane for a long freaking time–if ever.  Of course, that might wind up being another one of my delusions. 

The Gallery at Southern Oregon University / The Coast in ’77

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Fine gallery on the campus here.  Nice mix of styles, with a better representation of fiber art than I normally see in the Midwest, but that fits with Oregon.  Great, laid-back feel on campus too.  Maybe too laid back.  I’m a little old fashioned: always believed a campus was for discipline first, partying after.  Did I actually adhere to that philosophy when I was 20?  Well, I’ll believe it if you will. 

Plenty of coffee joints everywhere in town.  Fine by me, seeing as I’m an addict.  No Granola joints, but that thing’s in the very air.  Quite charming actually.  Healthy change of attitude from KC.  I think that’s what first drew me to this region, when I blasted out here on a bike in the summer of ’77, to wander the length of the coast, picking up what work I could.  Loved it then.  Love it still. 

Always returned to the Midwest though, to soak again in its aura of common sense.  I like a balance between the two regions.  I also like how, in the hot springs out here, the bathers always go naked.  Somehow I have a hard time seeing that in Iowa.

 

West Coast Snow

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Mt. Ashland

I’ve come to Ashland, Oregon to ski with my brother.  Also to spend time with someone else who is ill, and to whom both he and I are very close.  Hard to say how much time she has left, so you must treat each trip like it will be the last.  I do know it’s made her very happy to have both of us with her.  Well, it’s made us happy too.

Not only does my brother ski circles around me, he also snowboards (I do not–yet), and is a rock-climbing fool.  I climb passably, but next to him I look like the flatlander I truly am.  He’s always after me to move out here.  Yeah, I’ll probably go west someday, but not until I’ve completed certain things in the arts in the Midwest. 

Feel like we’ve at last begun to achieve them on the level I first envisioned, when I opened the gallery in ’91.  Long journey since then.  An even longer one ahead of us.  That’s all right; it’s been one hell of a ride so far.

Web Page for Inaugural Artists / Kathleen Shanahan

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Pod Girl Bromeliad, Oil, Kathlee Shanahan

We created a web page for the Inaugural Artists, so that folks who attended the ball can have easy access to the work, meaning more sales for the artists.  Organizing and installing all this was a great honor, but man am I glad it’s over.  Insane undertaking, given that we only had 7 weeks to pull it together, along with work on an accompanying book.  All worked out though.

My 18-year-old whupped me in raquetball yesterday.  21-16. I told him that’s the last game I’m giving him.  He just smiled, being well aware of the truth.  Punk!

Dinner last night at Carmen’s, a great Italian joint in Brookside that’s run by a Brazilian family.  Everyone speaks Portuguese while serving Italian.  Food’s great; ample garlic.  Didn’t get to sleep until 2:00, for good reasons.  The down side?  Had to rise at 5:00 to get a flight to OR.  Yeah, well I can catch up on sleep when I’m old.