It was another patient who suggested I sell my paintings – before then I’d never even considered it. The more I thought of it, the most optimistic I felt about the idea. My friends and family were all behind me, surely they’d like to own a “Marnie Higgs”?! The hilarity of the idea died down when the first few people I spoke to about it placed early orders – maybe this could really turn into something…
The important part for me was that the idea of selling my work didn’t change the way I painted or my process of creation. I still painted for myself, still concentrated on things that meant something to me or told part of my story. I did some research and found a few local professional art printers in Melbourne and made a plan to “eventually” take some of my work in to discuss making prints. I didn’t expect that would happen sooner rather than later! In fact, less than a week after I was out of hospital, I’d visited two professional art printers, met with a friend for a business lunch to discuss a website and was working on a logo. All systems go!