On my first visit to Taos I pitched my tent on the grassy backyard of the Abominable Snowmansion Hostel.  Thanks to the recommendation from a new friend I had met traveling cross country over the course of 2 months trying to figure out what to do with my art degree, I made the detour into northern New Mexico on my way to the residency I had accepted in Lawrence, Kansas.  In less than a day I had made some friends, shared fireside beers and one liners with the potter across the street, and been offered a job at the hostel if I ever decided to return.

By November 2004 I was wondering what on earth had I been thinking moving into the freestanding six foot cube cabin I would be calling home for the next few months viagra deutsch.  Was I just hoping the potter next door would take me in?  Perhaps it was the appeal connecting to Hosteling International and making this a stepping stone to my grand plans of world travel?  Heck, maybe the mountain was calling me, for all I knew?

I proceeded to take jobs wherever I could, at the Taos Ski Valley teaching skiing to 3 and 4 year olds (not as charming as it sounds), cleaning up after the neighborhood potter (and helping create the mess), waiting tables next door (which I would do on and off for the next 8 years), and of course playing housekeeper and hostess to all the hosteling visitors from around the world.

Eventually I would start renting a studio space where I could make my own work.  In the meantime, I took odd jobs, started pet sitting, and when I finally stepped away from waiting tables, that long term life line to a steady paycheck, the pet sitting and catering gigs still help to keep my bills paid.  I’ve been away from the restaurant circuit for just over a year and with much of my savings dried up and the art market simply being what it is, I will be able to take advantage of people needing job coverage.   Lucky to have kept in the good graces of one of my service jobs enough to be welcomed in to cover those available shifts during a slower time, I can count on a little income to get me through to the holidays.  I’ll also be sitting galleries, dog-sitting, peddling my wares on Etsy, my shop page, and seeking further gallery representation.  I am lucky to have a few commissions coming my way and some tentative interest in some of the sculptures I have in stock that will hopefully bear fruit.

For the love of making, I have continually refused offers of steady work that would put me on someone else’s schedule requiring my time when it would serve me best to be in my studio.  Wish me luck friends! Holding out as long as I can, taking the odd jobs so I can, for the most part put my almost full time schedule (except when I have to go walk a dog, or sit a gallery, or cater a gig) in at my studio.