I did something SUPER foolish, in that I dug out the art that has been stuffed in the back of my closet for years and years. And I realized something terrible. They’re … pretty good. Why is that terrible? Because it means for the last 15-20 years,I have not been showing up for myself. So afraid of failure and rejection, I never tried to do anything with it all, wouldn’t show it. They’re not gallery style stuff, they’re not a consistent illustration portfolio. I had enough people not believe in me as a young person that I became my own harshest critic. It became a weird kind of self harm/self defense: if I was harsh to myself about my art, no one else would have the right to be harsh.
WELL THAT WORKED OUT JUST FUCKIN’ PEACHY.
I don’t know what I will do with all this. I guess I need to carefully photograph them to get digital copies? Maybe frame the best ones. We’ll see. But I’m going to at least not keep them hidden in the closet.
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Take them somewhere with an industrial scanner, like FedEx office. Or even Walgreen’s might be able to help. However nothing beats the original medium and surface, so hang them. And your bit about perfection…nailed it.
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