No One Was Ever Meant to See This Exhibition of My Art
Why not expose myself to everyone I know, sure.
My brother squinted his eyes, looking closer at a drawing I’d made of my girlfriend and I, in bed together. I cringed and returned to looking at my feet for the tenth time that evening.
It was only meant to be a personal project…
I’d wanted to be more consistent with my art practice so I took upon the challenge of drawing for 100 days in a row last year. Each day I showed up to just draw a single line on a post-it sized piece of paper. Nothing fancy, it just needed to kick me out of my perfectionism paralysis and get me back to creating regularly again.
It worked.
I drew everyday from life. My life, specifically.
I drew my feelings, good or bad. Ok, let’s be real, mostly bad. It makes my life look bad, when it’s not. There’re so many wonderful things in my life that I’m grateful for.
It just seems to be more motivating for me to express my feelings when they’re dramatic! Isn’t that where all the classic art comes from anyway?
