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As I move more toward a career in art I continue to struggle with the same problem over and over. What to charge people for my work. You never know if you should charge by the hour or the personal value or even how much you “need” the money. I have read lots of articles on this subject but still question myself. If I am too cheap people may not respect me, after all I am an educated professional. If I am too expensive I may not make a sale not to mention I love to see people happy. I am just not a good salesperson.
I also hate selling my originals. Copies are not hard to part with but what is the true value of an original P H Younger art piece. How can I part with something so important to me? All the time, effort, thought and love that goes into each one. I know every line, mark, and space that I slowly and methodically added. Each one has its on importance, it’s own purpose. Leaving out even the smallest spot would make the piece unfinished or incomplete. The steps of creating them in my head long before they become a visually concrete piece of work can be exhilarating.
I have had some nice offers on the Thorned Guitar but I can’t place a value on it right now. The joy and challenge of it I still feel so clearly. It is a part of me. As it’s creator, I am a part of it. Like a finger print.
It is with these thoughts I see God as an artist. The creativity that went into carving the World. The intricacies and attention to detail amaze me. I am not talking about the science of how things are put together, which is incredible as well, but the parts of Him that are all over me. “He knows every hair on my head” because He placed them there. Just as I place every mark on my creations. I am the masterpiece He can’t put a price on. The artwork that is priceless.