In a round-about way, I can thank mono for getting me into ceramics…
Yes, mononucleosis, the “kissing disease.” I had the pleasure of catching this sickness in my junior year of high school and missing a little over 2 weeks of school.
While I recovered, unfortunately my Pre-Calculus grade did not. Despite my best efforts, halfway through the year I decided to cut my losses and take a class to fulfill the art credit that still sat empty on my college-prep checklist.
I had a couple friends in the ceramics class, so I joined them.
When I first stepped into that class, I knew that when I went to college, I was going to major in anthropology, history, or maybe sociology.
I considered myself an academic, focused, and driven individual who’d always enjoyed the arts but never considered it as a career option.
A few months later, I was asking my teacher how to make a living as a ceramic artist.
I received my bachelors degree in art from UC Santa Cruz in 2013, and since then I have been answering that question for myself.
It’s been a bit of a journey — one that started out with my high school peers and their parents asking me if I was going to enjoy being a “starving artist” when I told them what I was going to major in.
It continued with a degree that prepared me to make and talk about my art, but with but a scant idea of how to actually make money in the art world.
After graduating, I moved back to Sacramento and balanced part-time jobs with my growing studio practice.
I took continuing education classes at a local community college, where I learned about some of the more technical sides of ceramics as I explored and began to hone in on the kind of work I was interested in making.
I began selling my functional work at conventions while applying to gallery shows with my sculptural work, slowly learning the business skills that have formed the foundation of where I am now.
As my business grew and I acquired the space and equipment I needed to work independently, I steadily decreased my hours at my part-time job.
I am proud — and still kind of amazed — to say that I have been working as a full-time artist since I quit my part-time job in January of 2020.
I still struggle with the stereotypes of being an artist.
I’m reminded of those stereotypes when I think of the time I told my Uber driver I was an artist and they replied with, “Huh, how’s that going for you?” Or when I was chatting with a stranger next on a plane and they tentatively asked, “So, are you making a living off your art?”
I’m reminded of those stereotypes when I have to Google the most basic business information because it wasn’t a part of my degree. Or when I worry that an understandable mistake will get me labelled as a flaky, distracted artist.
Making a living in the arts takes ingenuity and grit, no doubt.
But like the millions of other people who chose something other than a nine-to-five, I’m always learning more about how to make the thing I am most passionate about the thing that I make a living from.
And I’m doin’ ok.
I hope that in a small way, sharing my process will show one more way that it’s possible to make a living in the arts — no matter what your Uber driver says.