One question: Why? Why do I want a website?
Well, it would be practical.
I could show people my work.
Ah, the irony of it all. In my day job, I combine editing, web content development, blogging and a heavy dose of social media. In my life as an artist, I have done none of the above. At a recent Facebook event, I ran into an artist I recognized from a group show we had both been in. I introduced myself, we chatted and he wrote down my name, intending to look up my work. Awkward pause. I had to resort to the old “website-under-construction” chestnut. He told me of the issues he was having with his Facebook page. I didn't have any issues to share because I don't have one of those either. He gave me his card, but all I had to give him was my word. "Trust me, I'm an artist," is pretty weak, so I just shrugged and tried to blend back into the crowd.
It is as though, as an artist, I do not exist.
