Daily: learn to accept praise

“A little vinegar to the sugar” was said during the Place critique. I think the beetles I added balance the pretty flowers, once they are found.

One witnessed my working method around 11:30 one night. he complimented me, that compared to what I was doing, his work isn’t art.

“So this may seem crazy but a quote from a song popped in my head ‘what is it inside our heads that makes us do the opposite of what’s right for us?’ and it made me think of you.” he later clarified that he hoped I didn’t interpret it as him trying to say something against me, because he wasn’t.

During a critique, I was referred to as an “ambitious person.” My focus is more on creating pieces that I’ll want to keep, that are interesting, since this is my fourth clay studio that I’m producing work in.

“You’re so handy to have around!” me and my useful information had a chance to be used. I told one to microwave a sponge, and it didn’t catch on fire.

“Your abnormality makes me feel normal.”

that my hair is getting long again. it’s only been about four months since it got the length cut off. I’ll still wait before getting a number of inches off again. I kind of liked the dramatic difference.

Some are just seeing me for the first time since I cut a good amount of length cut off my hair in the early summer. since then, I’ve gotten more comfortable with wearing it down, which never happened before. tonight when I was walking over to get dinner, one was following me. which I thought nothing of, he was getting food as well. I must’ve been holding a door open for him when he finally caught up. His reaction, “whoa, I didn’t even recognize you.”

I’ve taken advantage of the basket of brightly colored flowers before they wilt away. I’ve been making small 5”x7” watercolor studies. I’m not sure if I intend to later enlarge some of them on better paper or not. since it takes time for the paint to dry, I’ve had them in somewhat of a grid pattern on the floor, waiting until I can stack them together. curious to what the added salt would do, my mother has been peering at them, and mentioned “you could really sell these.”

an artist stopped in the gallery, one that while taking studio classes, made positive comments about my work. I guess it should not have surprised me, but today he complimented my nature as well. I’m not sure if I’m always acknowledged by others because of my quiet, perceived as calm, ways. but he let me know that he notices.