Twice in the last ten years have I gone through this core wrenching experience. After all, think of the hours that went into each piece of work. The cost of framing, too. The number of times you've entered a piece in shows. Sooner or later, you've got to face facts: this puppy is not going to sell.
The first time I culled the un-sellables from my storage room, my husband nearly had a heart attack. He really liked several of the paintings I threw in the dumpster. Too bad none of my potential buyers were him.
Hanging on to stuff you know is sub-par is like keeping rotten food in your refrigerator. It's hard to look at, and after a time, it begs to be discarded.
Have I ever regretted tossing work? A little, now and then. But I told myself that from that moment on, I would take greater care to produce better, more desirable work. How do I know I've improved? Because after twenty-five years of creating art, I find I want to keep and hang more and more of my own work. It can be hard giving that little kitten to a new home, but the storage room isn't getting any bigger, and food isn't getting any cheaper.
Here are just a few of my cast-offs: