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.