Ideas… Decisions… Nightmares…
Art • Make • February 15th, 2009Although the idea of selling prints of some of my artwork has hit me several times, it is only this weekend that I’ve started to really think seriously about it. Assuming that there’s a market for my stuff, I would like to offer a good quality product. That is, archival inks, heavyweight paper, a professional–looking reproduction of the original art… But I also want the process to be reliable for me, and by this I’m mostly talking about the calibration of color and permanence of the results. I’m planning to print on demand, and I don’t want to go through a bunch of iterations with a printing service trying to find the collection of settings that will print the art exactly how I want it, only to come back later to make the same print and find that they’ve changed something and the second print comes out different. The only solution I can think of in order to avoid that problem, is making my own prints.
Don’t laugh!… According to my initial research, I’m fortunate to live at a time when there is affordable equipment that would allow me to achieve professional results at home. So yesterday I spent a lot of time in bed (I’m sick) researching printers, trying to make the decision on whether I should invest on one and experiment making my own prints, or just focus on finding a good printing service. But you know me… I’m all about DIY, so I really prefer the idea of making my own prints. The problem is, customer reviews for this kind of printers are all over the place with some very bad opinions that make you think it twice before purchasing a printer that may suck as much as $250 in ink.
I went to bed late without a clear decision in my mind, and of course had my recurring nightmare: That, where I lose all of my teeth. Last night, they didn’t explode or crumbled in my mouth like they do many times. They simply became loose, fell off within an hour, and by the time I got to the dentist to put them back, I had grown a new set of teeth, except I needed orthodontics. So the dream wasn’t the worst of its kind; there was a little hope in it. And what this means is that I may not feel comfortable investing too much on this project yet, but I guess my subconscious is not terrified of the worst case scenario either.
Decisions… They suck, and suck so much energy…
