Apparently when I was born, I was entered into this huge game, the Game. I never chose to play it. Apparently I can’t opt out.
Once upon a time, some women bought some prints of my graphics. I sold them at a Women’s Project Retreat, I think for $10 a piece or so. Mostly I had a “booth” to let my artwork display to the community I wished to be a part of a little more about who I am.
Occasionally when I have shown them in the world of solids, someone has asked how much I would sell a print of one of my graphic/poem combinations for. I’ve asked back, “What do you think it is worth?” Truthfully I haven’t got a clue. I’ve always ended up not making a sale. I have given some as gifts to people who have meant something in my life, on occasions where it seemed appropriate. But truthfully I have no knowledge of their value.
Nor do I want that knowledge. Isn’t that a hell of a thing. I have absolutely no interest in money. I don’t want to play the Game. But I’m not allowed to opt out. Helluva thing. And people talk about losing freedom?