Julie Guyot Studio

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Soul Crusher: My WWF Wrestling Name?

Julie Guyot
One wall of my showroom

One wall of my showroom

Every time I have a college intern working with me in my studio for the semester, I ask them to come up with 3-5 things that they would like to learn or talk about during the semester. These are usually questions pertaining to business and marketing or even gallery application processes or packing and shipping information.  I keep the questions within reach and try to make sure that every student is getting what they need or want to know in exchange for helping me in my studio. Then there are the little questions that come up in conversation throughout the day. Questions such as “How do you figure out how to make what sells without it totally crushing your soul?” Just light little questions.

It really is a good question and probably one that I need to reflect on occasionally just to check in with myself, and my soul. The easy answer would be to just say that I enjoy every aspect of all of the work that I make but that’s not really the truth. So here is the truth. Four years ago a friend told me that I should make some spoon rests because she wanted one. I told her that I would NEVER be making spoon rests. Guess what? Yep. I do have a few spoon rests floating around the showroom. They aren’t something that is on the website and I haven’t even had them professionally photographed but they are available for purchase. I even own one and I have to say that I do love it.

So, what happened in the last four years? Well, I started paying rent on a studio space instead of working from home. When I made the decision to pay rent I made the decision to completely change the way that I work and the products that I make and also who is in control of selling them. I stopped making one of a kind pieces and now focus primarily on production style work that is more easily re-produced in small batches.  I also hired a professional photographer to take the photos that would showcase the work online. I had never taken good photographs of my work and decided to budget for this task to be delegated and it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. When I was making one of a kind work, every single piece had to be photographed but production style work really only has to be photographed one time so this keeps my costs down. When I stopped making one of a kind work I knew that this meant pulling out of national galleries and making my work available to a larger audience. Not just collectors or other ceramic artists but regular people who are interested in giving a handmade gift or using a handmade object in their homes. Again, this shifted my focus to smaller, more gift-able items with color palettes that could work well in many different homes.

I also changed my price points. This is not to say that I lowered the price of my work. I changed the work and the prices reflect those changes. I offer a wide variety of price points that depend on the labor intensity of the piece. Since I no longer sell in galleries, I am in charge of selling my work. This might mean a bit more marketing and promoting on my part but I sell directly through my website and I like the control that I have in doing that. I also make a few products that I sell wholesale to a limited number of shops. I no longer enter exhibitions, as this wasn’t something that I really enjoyed and am certainly not making work that is appropriate for those opportunities anymore.

Lastly, I have a large enough studio space that allows me to have a showroom for my own ceramic work as well as the work of several other artisans. I offer a local shopping experience for people in my area to find handmade products. It is a chance for me to meet people and feel connected to my community. I can talk about the process that goes into my pottery and show people that there are still some of us out there who do this work.

Of course there are times when I can take a break from production and make something fun or silly or more conceptual that feeds my soul. But I can honestly say that there isn’t anything that I make that crushes my soul. Trust me, I have had a lot of jobs in my life that were soul crushing.  Receptionist in a construction trailer in the parking lot of a coal plant: Definitely soul crushing. Owning my own business is really, really hard. But it’s mine. I learn something new every day. There are ALWAYS problems to solve and obstacles to overcome. There are days when people are rude or thoughtless. There are days with no sales. But it is never soul crushing. If I make a spoon rest, I make sure it’s the best darn spoon rest that I can. It’s original and fun and funky and definitely usable and it looks really good on my counter when I’m cooking my dinner at the end of the day. 

Get off my lawn!

Emily Wray1 Comment

When you live in a college town it’s easy to begin to nurture a certain amount of negativity toward people of college age.  Right now I believe we’re referring to them as Millennials.  We have to share our roads, our restaurants and our breathing space with a group of people who are always reminding us that we are aging and who hardly ever move over on the sidewalk to let us pass by without having to step out into the street where one of them will run us over with their car that is clearly more expensive than the one we drive.  Where was I?  Oh, yes, harboring that negativity. 

Studio Dancing

Emily Wray1 Comment

 

There is this quote that I have seen on Pinterest and Facebook that reads, “Dance as if no one is watching.”  I have a huge problem with this philosophy.  It’s not that I don’t agree with it, but I struggle in carrying it out.  I learned recently that according to Gretchen Rubin’s Happiness Project, I am an Obliger with Upholder tendencies.  Basically, this means that my personality is such that I tend to require external accountability and rules.  This isn’t to say that I don’t have my own internal rules that I live by but I am more successful at completing goals and meeting deadlines if other people or things hold me accountable.  For example, I know I am NOT going to get up every morning and exercise on my own, which is why I have a gym membership that I pay for and people who expect to see me in my group exercise classes.  If a gallery sets a deadline for an exhibition, I will most likely send in my work early but if I tell myself that I’m going to make 50 cups this week, just as a goal for myself, it probably won’t happen.  Along with external accountability, I also tend to rely more on external feedback.  This is where the challenges begin. 

I remember in graduate school there was SO much feedback coming from every direction.  I joke that someone started critiquing a piece of mine and then I told them it was going to be thrown into the trash because it just hadn’t turned out the way I wanted.  They continued to tell me what was wrong with it…on the way to the dumpster.  Now that I no longer have feedback from peers, sometimes I find myself alone in my studio just standing there thinking about what my next move should be.  What if I change this or try something new?  What will my customers think?  What will the galleries think?  Is this too much like my old work, too different from my current work?  On bad days I might stand around thinking about how to work more than I actually make things.  When I start to worry too much about external feedback I can become paralyzed.  This kind of worrying means that as a general rule, I don’t dance.  Well okay, sometimes I do dance in my studio as if no one is watching.  But only when I close all the blinds. 

This week in my studio some great things happened.  I made some pieces that may never see the light of day.  I’m not sure why I made them or if anyone else will enjoy them.  All I know is that I wanted to make these things and I had a fabulous time doing it.  I didn’t let myself stand around thinking about the work, I just kept working.  It was really, really fun. It’s what making art used to feel like when I was a kid.  This may be related to the fact that last weekend, at a wedding, I danced.  I danced as if no one were watching.  I danced so much my knees ached the next day.

And now I have to spend the rest of my life waiting for the video to show up on Facebook.  

-Julie