Kelly Williams-Cramer Kelly Williams-Cramer

FAQ

  • Please allow 15 business days to receive your order. I will ship most items within 1-5 days.

  • Many things factor into how long it takes to finish a piece: size, medium, and the subject all vary. I like to give myself more than enough time and avoid rushing. I don’t believe rushing art will produce a great product.

  • Yes! I accept several commissions per year. Please reach out to me here, and I will get back to you as soon as I receive your email.

  • I accept all major credit cards, Venmo, and PayPal. For commissions, I request a 25% deposit at the time of booking. Once the commission is complete I collect the remaining 75%. If you need a different payment structure please contact me, and we will discuss a plan that best suits you.

  • Unless it is noted in the item description, no. I know every person has their own unique framing needs, so I leave it up to the buyer. I will happily frame for an additional fee if you choose. If you frame it yourself I would love to see it!

  • You can follow me on Instagram

  • Yes, I have a limited quantity available. You can shop the current selection here. I do not offer prints from commissions, unless the client has requested them.

  • I want you to be 100% satisfied with your purchase, and if you do not feel completely satisfied please contact me and I will gladly offer a return. Please note that commissions are non-refundable.

  • If you have a question I haven’t answered here please contact me and I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have.

  • For original works: Yes. For prints: No.

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Starting my Dream as an Artist

It all begins with an idea.

I want to start off the blog by sharing more about myself and how I got to where I am today.

So, let’s start at the beginning.


I always knew I’d be an artist.

When I was little, it was something I had accepted by the age of 5. I dreamed of nothing else. I scribbled in crayon to my little heart’s desire and imagined myself all grown up as an artist. As I grew into my adolescence I continued on my path drawing, painting, and working towards that same constant dream. Art was my whole life, and it made me happy.

And then college arrived. I had big dreams of moving to the other side of the country and going to the Academy of Art in San Francisco. But I didn’t have great SAT scores, and I didn’t qualify for financial support despite my family’s lower income. My parents couldn’t afford to send me to college, let alone a large, expensive art school in California. It just wasn’t going to happen. Staying home and earning my BA at my local state college was much more affordable. A fine arts degree wasn’t available, but Graphic Design—which was a subject I had no clue about—was. So, I went to Indian River State College and studied Graphic Design.

Throughout my college years, I was largely unhappy. Graphic design was an interesting subject, but I still felt unfulfilled. Art was always on my mind. But at the same time, I was haunted by the thought of becoming the stereotypical starving artist living paycheck to paycheck and struggling to find work that would pay the bills. I justified my doubts and insecurities with the idea I could support myself with a “real job” in Graphic Design. I put my dreams on the shelf for a second time and pursued a career in graphic design that I would continue for over seven years.

In that time, I had earned my degree and moved on. I moved to Orlando and found a “real job” that would pay the bills. I kept busy. My dreams of becoming an artist had faded away.

Until my 30th birthday.

That morning, I reflected on my life so far and realized that I wasn’t living the life I’d always dreamed of. This wasn’t who I’m supposed to be. I felt ashamed and disappointed, but above all else I felt sad. I could no longer live in fear and doubt. I needed to start prioritizing my happiness: Art.

It wasn’t until after my birthday that I started placing things in motion to become a working artist. I bought a domain and started a website. I painted every day after my full-time job. Weekends were spent creating as much art as I could. I was regaining my happiness and passion once again.

I finally created enough pieces to showcase on my online store. And now I’m here, right where I need to be: in my home office with my desk full of paintbrushes, paints, and paper to cover every surface. I even have a photo of my younger self hanging above me to remind me to always hold on to that same dream. And I’m so incredibly happy.

I will always be grateful that I learned new skills as a graphic designer. I know life is meant to have its obstacles. I know that I wouldn’t be where I am today if I hadn’t gone through all those years of searching and learning. But I’m ready to accept who I am: an artist.

 
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Milk District Traffic Box Project

Traffic Box Project

I had a conversation with a dear friend discussing art projects. As it turned out, my local neighborhood (The Milk District) had an open call for artists to repaint some of the traffic boxes along the sidewalk. I submitted my sketch and was lucky enough to be selected.

After I received my approval to start painting, I gathered all my supplies: paint samples, brushes, rags, rollers, and pencils. I set out early on weekend mornings to get to work, spending an average of 6+ hours every day.

My concept was inspired by the real T.G. Lee who revolutionized the milk industry in Orlando. I set the scene in the 1920s back when T.G. Lee first started his business. My “milkman” is enjoying the company of his fellow companions taking a drive around town in an old Ford. If you look closely, they are all sharing the different flavors of milk: Strawberry, Chocolate, and Almond.

Over 30 hours went into painting the traffic box. I enjoyed every minute of it, even when it was blistering 90 degrees outside (thanks, Florida!). I’m so grateful to have been part of this project, and I smile every time I pass by that intersection and see my little milkman smiling at me.

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