Well it was hard work, but it was worth it. Worth spending eight weeks working and planning for it, worth spending five hours setting it up, worth chasing up the need for lighting (that I had been promised in the first place!) worth standing on my feet for 10 hour days trying to sell, worth my knees, ankles and feet burning with aching, worth the mental and physical tiredness.
It was worth it for the reaction I got for my “Fantasy fannies” banner, and the fannies paintings themselves. And for the tarses paintings. It was worth it for the conversations I had. It was worth it for the commissions I will get from it. It was worth it for the connections I’ve made. It was worth it for the promotion I’ve had. For the radio interview I was asked to do. For the praise I got. For the work I’ll get out of it. And the sales I made.
It was worth it for the friends I saw there, particularly the ones who had travelled to see me. I’ve not seen the Erotic writer Lucy Felthouse since the last Erotica and it was really good to catch up with her.
It was worth it to see the outfits of some of the visitors – women in sexy oufits and tight corsets, men with boobs, women with cocks, the human dalmation, the leather, rubber and fetish gear.
It was worth it for seeing old friends made last year, and new ones made this.
It was worth it to see the other artwork, and meet up with the other artists. To see my various friends from the Guild of Erotic Artists.
It was worth it for the conversation I had with the guy who was only there because it was too wet to play golf that afternoon, he had never been to Erotica before and would never go again, and wondered how a “nice girl like you” got into erotic art. So I explained, with a smile, that I’m quite happy to paint dog portraits, landscapes and houses if he wants to commission me. But I get far more feedback from doing erotic art!
And it was worth it for the convesation I had with an attractive couple of my acquaintance who had been invited to a dinner party and were taking a bag full of goodies they’d bought at Erotica, along with them. The bag, on closer inspection contained three pink vibrators and other smaller vibrating devices. It also came with an invite to join them which I had to decline with regret as I was too tired to be sparkling company. But I am intrigued as to how their interesting meal went, and how well the vibrators went down……………so to speak………………….. 🙂