A big second handbookshop was taken over by another bookshop here in the city and all the second hand books were sold for €1 a piece. I bought The Studio from 1901 "Modern British Domestic Architecture and Decoration". There is a supplement with advertisments: wallpapers, lead lights, stained glass, designers and manufacturers of fittings for electric light, art-metal-work. Beautiful drawings, very eleborate, totally different from today.
Excellence, workmanship, cheapness were words one had to use to find clients in 1901.
I wonder where it went "wrong"? Why did we ever start asking money or goods for things we make? Did it happen as we started to find our individuality that we couldn't share anymore what we had and couldn't give what others needed?
Are we "owners" of our talents, is it allright to make a trade out of this? Is our life not like a church, holy?
This is how disturbing it feels to make a note on my website to tell visitors my work is for sale...
I admit though that it makes me really happy when I sell something, not just because it is so beautiful that I made something that another person can love, also the money makes me feel stronger. But, wouldn't it be a lot better if we all had a basic income and for the rest be able to give?