"Well, kind of", I might say. Then I find myself searching for the words to describe my art, & I throw something out about mixed media, collage, working with clay. Maybe mentioning the word quirky. Trying to tell them it's a little different, almost apologetically, expecting it not to fit in their tidy little box of what they think art is. I don't have a thick skin. I sometimes like to play the part & puff myself up. Pretending I do in front of others, but really everything is barely just under the surface. So I guess I am fearing some kind of hurtful comment, most likely thrown out unintentionally, but something I would take to heart nonetheless.
I am getting more bold though, I'm making progress. In my soul, I am an artist. This is what makes me happy, this is what makes me tick. I'm working on just putting myself out there. Knowing that I love what I do, & that other people's feedback good or bad doesn't make or break me.
|Haven't done embroidery in so long...it was fun to switch it up a bit & make this girl.|
I really love the colorful material I found for the background. Her face is painted onto fabric & she is in a 10 inch hoop.