Closing Down 

So I am closing down my business.
I feel quite gutted to be honest and a feeling that I have failed.
It hasn’t helped that I have felt that family members haven’t been supportive and no encouragement just criticism 
The art market is very hard and Etsy and EBay and all the other online market places are saturated with people just like me.
I have worked so hard not only on creating but on marketing myself and I have spent loads on advertising but it’s not viable.
I can’t keep throwing money at something that is clearly failing when I get hardly any sales and it’s not that my art is expensive it’s literally been priced up so it works out on some pieces I’m working for less than 25p an hour so what is the point.
It’s knocked my confidence quite a bit and I think maybe my art is rubbish but the problem is like I say it’s a hard and very competitive market to break into and I haven’t got the energy or heart to go on anymore when I know I am never going to get close to earning the measly £50 a week I had hoped. 
If I kept on going I would be lucky to earn it in a year
Income support were not a help either you cannot meet with them face to face for advice when thinking of self employment and they said I could keep benefits for 6 months and then changed their minds because I was working on my business for 16 hours a week
All I have achieved is nothing literally it has created more problems 

Wish Upon A Butterfly 

This is a digital artwork I created.
This was inspired by my love of both dandelions, butterflies and the superstitions and myths that surround both.
Like wishing on a dandelion as you blow the seeds away and the myth that butterflies are the reincarnated souls of the deceased.
My image therefore could be interpreted as a wish being blown to a deceased loved one that you wish they were still here. 
It is listed here: 

Zigzy Art

Zigzy Art

I am starting my own business very soon, selling my artwork and other creations.
I am nervous about doing this and am a bit apprehensive but if I don’t it I will have wasted my life dreaming and will regret not trying.
I hope that people will like and follow my Facebook page and also my new WordPress blog for my business as the more reach I get the more chance I have of making a couple of sales.  
I will be happy to ship globally.
Please support my new venture and new chapter of my life. 

https://m.facebook.com/ZigzyArt/

Running Shoes 

I notice everything like your disapproval

of the shoes I choose to wear. They are comfortable

but I look terrible to you in my Nike

trainers and so to keep you happy I buy boots

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that I don’t want and I don’t particularly like.

I get outside the shop, put them on. They’re too small.

I didn’t care about the shoes you were wearing.

All that mattered to me was spending time with you.

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They are buried now somewhere in my wardrobe

because although they are very comfortable

and in very good condition I won’t wear them

anymore because you chose to criticise my

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choice in shoes and I didn’t want to be a huge

embarrassment to you. It made me feel quite bad

but I don’t think it entered your mind. All you saw

were shoes you didn’t like not the person in them.

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©Jacqui Slade

Corridor 

A long white stretching corridor

is where I find myself walking.

I’ve been here before semi-conscious.

Clamming in fear every time as

The presence surrounds me crushing.

I try to flee with lead legs and

silver beads fall from my head, as

motion slow I try to make it

to the door. Panic urging me

to escape the faceless ghosts as

curtains blow somewhere I need to

return to. Confounded my hand

on the handle I look back eyes

wide and open the door only

to not know, which way to go. Sobbing

staircases coiling to some place

escaping. Each stair I tread on

I feel it coming ever closer.

Desperately reaching the top to

find more doors to open in dread.

Certain I will evermore be

lost here searching for a way out.

Despondent and reckless I run

trying each door in futile hope.

Until guided by an angel

that I cannot see, I find my

way back to sanity through

a doorway that I shut firmly.

With sheets crumpled and matted hair

I dream now of much sweeter things.

©Jacqui Slade03