I've a proposition to paint a portrait for a feminist exhibition. I'm very excited about it, I've never really exhibited my stuff.
And now I realize that I never dared to call myself an artist, never considered or called my "drawings", "paintings", "stuff" art. I'm a bit angry at myself now, because who is the judge here? Who is holding me back?
Just me and my fear, and I'm SO over it!
I've just lost patience with my fear.
I've been holding back, haven't had the courage to try hard enough. I've always needed that "it's not art, don't judge!" place to hide myself in.
Now I hate that place, that fear, these thoughts. The constant need to reaffirm myself. To explain myself, to please whatever you expected from me. I'm full of anger and I'm not holding back any more.
Angry Art incoming.
And yeah, my "stuff" I did in the past didn't normally try to be art. But that is okay. That's part of the holding back thing, and I need to stop holding back. If art happens, fine. If not, I've at least freed myself of pressure and problematic thoughts.
@TQ !!! ❤
