I first became aware of photoshopping at an academic conference at Florida State a decade or so ago where a presenter shared the home page of her website, which featured a photoshopped image of a Van Gogh painting in which she had placed herself at a café table.
So I decided I’d learn Photoshop, which has become very handy when I’m illustrating posts for this blog.
On the side, I started creating what I call “fake art.” One night on vacation somewhere, maybe Saluda, North Carolina, I noticed large canvases in a restaurant that didn’t seem quite right. I asked the server if they were actually paintings, and she said, no, they were photographs that had “been filtered” to look like paintings.
Ta da, a new hobby was born. I shipped a couple of my pieces to on-line companies that transferred my kitschy collages to canvases. Most of my early works were Folly Beach bars that I funked up by pasting images from pulp novel covers into the scenes.
I took one to my favorite hangout, Chico Feo, and traded it for a $50 bar tab. It now hangs in the bathroom of a suite that they rent out over the bar. Some patrons approached the owner a couple of months back and asked if they could purchase it, and he put them in touch with me. They bought five.
Then last week at a house concert my wife Caroline and I hosted, a woman wanted to buy another one, and then the day before yesterday, another fellow wanted to buy a completely different one that also hangs at Chico Feo.
So here I am selling these jokey collages without even trying to, so it has occurred to me now that I’m on a fixed income, I should try to actually supplement my cash flow by marketing this shit, maybe even print postcards or something. The last thing I am is a businessman, so I don’t know where to start, but I thought, I’d go ahead and post a few of them here for the hell of it.