I spent most of the day today throwing things away. And not in the good, cleaning out my closets, shredding that enormous bag of old bank statements kind of way. It was the I stink, what made me ever think that people would buy this crap, bad kind of way. Coming on the heels of yet another craft fair where the only reason I sold anything was I slashed prices considerably below what I thought my pieces were worth, I’m a deer in the headlights. I got feedback ranging from “they’re beautiful, but a little out of my price range” to “$200 for THAT?!” By the end of the day, the sharks smelled blood. They knew I’d rather sell them for next to nothing than not sell them at all. I devalued my work. And I devalued myself. And I can’t figure out what to do next. I don’t know what they are worth. I don’t know what to compare them to to figure out what they are worth because there’s nothing out there like them. Now that’s either because I’m a creative genius or no one is remotely interested in the twisted workings of my brain. Either way, the simple fact remains that they are worth what I believe they are worth. If they’re a little pricey, it’s because they’re hand made, one of a kind, and beautiful. If I take the price down, it’s because they’re crap. See how that works? All I have to do is believe. Art or Crap. Because I said so.