Every Sunday morning at about 9:45 we roll the Wonder Wagon over to the Fulton Street Artisans Market a few blocks from our house and we set up camp there for the day. It all comes to an end at 3:00 and then we pack up and roll the wagon home. We do this routine all summer long from June to September. Like the rest of life there is plenty of fun and hardship twisted together in this experience. The good is mixed in with the bad and some how they both are necessary like the darks and lights in a good charcoal drawing.
We do not make a lot of money as a direct result of our participation in this on going art fair. Some days it seems like we will not sell anything but then some one will decide to buy a button bracelet or a few pot holders and it is like you can almost feel some kind of small but noticeable shift in the universe just occurred. Some one opened their purse or unfolded their wallet and let go of their precious money.
One of my favorite things about this experience of setting up shop in an open air market once a week is the people we get to meet. We get to visit with old friends and regulars who stop by to look and chat. We also regularly meet new people who can be very interesting and inspiring to talk with. I think that the environment we create with all the art and beauty is a context that makes communication more possible.
This experience of going to the market on a regular basis is one way we can directly connect with our local community and be made more potent through the experience. It is very diffrent than selling a print through Etsy.com. They both have their place.