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I am making myself sick thinking about the show while waiting for my mother to pick me up for it.
Pretty much, right now, I feel like one of those neurotic artists, Billy from SFU (when he's not on meds) freaking out about vision and talent and ready to throw my work all over the room.
But I won't.
I'll go. I'll feel a bit weird and bashful. I won't want to hear any criticism, at least not tonight. But I'll take it if it's offered. I'll probably drink a little too much wine. I'll want to go home and rip up my old photos and take newer, better ones.
But I'll have fun.
Behind the camera lens just feels so freakin' right.
Pretty much, right now, I feel like one of those neurotic artists, Billy from SFU (when he's not on meds) freaking out about vision and talent and ready to throw my work all over the room.
But I won't.
I'll go. I'll feel a bit weird and bashful. I won't want to hear any criticism, at least not tonight. But I'll take it if it's offered. I'll probably drink a little too much wine. I'll want to go home and rip up my old photos and take newer, better ones.
But I'll have fun.
Behind the camera lens just feels so freakin' right.