January 29th, 2022
While my father isn't an art critic, I do want him to be proud of what I do. He came over the other day and wanted to show him what I was working on. I've been beavering away in the studio, working on my collection of work for Bewitching Peddlers of Halloween, a magical art show for Halloween specific work, in September. This owl will be quite a special piece.
My dad commented, "is that a turnip?" This comment really made me question my skill as a maker. does this look like a turnip? I did make a turnip called Ms. Neeps a few weeks ago, maybe he was just recalling that piece. Can my father see? So many questions came into my vision.
Nothing makes a person question their work or path like stray comments. My father would never say a discouraging thing about my work, and even though ill intent wasn't there, this is an illustration of how your brain can tell untruths, based on a grain of a comment. Don't believe everything your brain tells you.
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