Rambling update
I kinda stalled on the book conservation and I feel like I should beat myself up over it, but I know it's not my passion like for some folks. I'm not Sally or Adrienne. While I enjoy bookbinding and conservation I don't see myself biting my nails through the day till I get to work on books. I have a nice stack I'd like to work on and photograph, and it's a career I want to pursue, but it's not my passion. I no longer feel bad about this.
Meanwhile, I've been enjoying working on my art. At the beginning of this year I decided to spend more time improving my skills and so far I feel really proud of the leaps and bounds I've made. Something I've learned: before you can draw caricatures and stylized illustrations, first you need to know how to draw realistically. It's a step you wouldn't think you'd need to spend time on, but it's pretty important. Mimicry has gotten me pretty far, but if I'm ever going to shove past mediocrity, I'm going to have to firm up my knowledge of drawing from reality.
I'm throwing a piece of artwork at the Nashville "Art Flood" art auction for flood relief. It's not my best composition, and I see the glaring errors with it, but I think it's a nice enough piece and I know that it's for charity so I shouldn't worry about it so much. I just know I'm not as good as some of the other artists and it makes me feel like such an amateur. I've never really been self-conscious about my artwork, before, but I feel it now. I feel a little like Anne of Avonlea when she showed her "best" poetry to her teacher and he found it trite. Yes, I know. What a childish reference. That scene really stuck with me. I'm really scared as coming off as naive, or trite. Like, "Aw, isn't that quaint? She painted a little picture!"
Nashville's pretty excellent. We survived the flood with no difficulty. We're very lucky. After the flood, people really pulled together to lend a hand to complete strangers. Folks opened up their homes to each other. It made me really feel like this was a good choice, moving here. But I really miss my parents and my friends. I've made some outstanding friends, here, though. It's a good place to be.
Meanwhile, I've been enjoying working on my art. At the beginning of this year I decided to spend more time improving my skills and so far I feel really proud of the leaps and bounds I've made. Something I've learned: before you can draw caricatures and stylized illustrations, first you need to know how to draw realistically. It's a step you wouldn't think you'd need to spend time on, but it's pretty important. Mimicry has gotten me pretty far, but if I'm ever going to shove past mediocrity, I'm going to have to firm up my knowledge of drawing from reality.
I'm throwing a piece of artwork at the Nashville "Art Flood" art auction for flood relief. It's not my best composition, and I see the glaring errors with it, but I think it's a nice enough piece and I know that it's for charity so I shouldn't worry about it so much. I just know I'm not as good as some of the other artists and it makes me feel like such an amateur. I've never really been self-conscious about my artwork, before, but I feel it now. I feel a little like Anne of Avonlea when she showed her "best" poetry to her teacher and he found it trite. Yes, I know. What a childish reference. That scene really stuck with me. I'm really scared as coming off as naive, or trite. Like, "Aw, isn't that quaint? She painted a little picture!"
Nashville's pretty excellent. We survived the flood with no difficulty. We're very lucky. After the flood, people really pulled together to lend a hand to complete strangers. Folks opened up their homes to each other. It made me really feel like this was a good choice, moving here. But I really miss my parents and my friends. I've made some outstanding friends, here, though. It's a good place to be.