Bridge the gap between making art and making a living,

… one tip at a time

Your smARTip for the week:

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Courage
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The word, ‘courage,’ has roots in the Latin word, ‘cor’—which means heart.  And heart, way back when, referred originally to the passions, all of them: anger, greed, love, lust—the entire range of big feelings.

It wasn’t until the 17^th century that the French hooked up ‘corage’ with the concept of bravery.

For me, what I notice about courage is that it’s first and foremost an act of choice.  As an artist, you make choices all the time that reflect the bravery of your heartfelt passions—often in the face of disparagement.

As I see it, there are three areas where your bravery shows up. For today, let’s just

Bridge the gap between making art and making a living,

… one tip at a time

Your smARTip for the week:
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Tax Time (Part 2): How To Keep More of Your Money
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We’re staring down the tax tunnel (just 20 days more and yours truly needs to heed her own advice!) and I wanted to give you three more 3 foundational pointers from Peter Jason Riley’s smARTist presentation: – Watch Your Wallet! Strategic Tax Planning for the Visual Artist:

Bridge the gap between making art and making a living,

… one tip at a time

Your smARTip for the week:
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Tax Time (Part 1):  How To Keep More of Your Money
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A subject dear to all our hearts: keeping the money we work so hard to earn.

Thank goodness I discovered Peter Jason Riley, a certified public accountant who has spent his career fine-tuning the best tax strategies ever for artists.

Here are 3 foundational

Bridge the gap between making art and making a living,

… one tip at a time

Your smARTip for the week:
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What Do You Do When Grief Takes Over?
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I remember when my mother was dying. I was getting ready for my orals in graduate school and the one thing I couldn’t have imagined, since all mothers are invincible, is that my healthy, 83-year-old mother would die.

Time stood still as the nurse put me through to her hospital room. Only, the woman who answered the phone was not my mother. Until I realized she was.

The woman who answered did