Tuesday, September 16, 2008
THE BALL JAR
6 X 6"
Oil on linen
I'm an emotional wreck. I have acute painting dysmorphic syndrome, I feel like a fraud and I want to throw my hands up and quit. I think it's all because I got accepted to the Daily Painter's website. One would think the voice would be pleased. I've been doing dailies for four months. Had my ups and downs, failing confidence, momentary arrogance. Now suddenly, I'm a complete fraud and I'm throwing up my hands wondering what made me think I could ever do this!
Can you believe the voice? The idiot voice! What's the big deal? Why is it so afraid of any degree of success? It was a little hard to ignore today, so I gave in and had quite the little pity party. Might as well get if over with and start fresh tomorrow. Sometimes ya just gotta feel like poop. But, I am not now, nor will I ever give up.