Teacup Study

Teacup Study

 

I have my first “show” coming up this Thursday, which is quite exciting. It’s the Stanford Multicultural Springfest, a yearly celebration of Stanford staff. Luckily, since I am one of these staff members I can show off my work and they will provide a table for me at no cost.

While I find this absolutely exciting it is also terrifying! Other people will be gawking at my art in person. The last few days I have been wondering if I am good enough, or if people will even like my art. It’s times like these that I wish that little voice in the back of my head that doesn’t respect me would just shut up. It’s not ok for people to talk to others the ¬†way my inner dialogue talks to me, so perhaps it would be beneficial to be more mindful when it comes to my own inner dialogue. Perhaps if I name it Donald Trump it would be easier to tell it to fuck off.

No sales are allowed at Springfest but I can hand out my business cards and see if anyone would like to purchase from me after the show. My goal this year was to sell a painting, after all.

The last few weeks have been difficult for me mentally – I have been feeling pretty blue. It has actually helped to let other people know that I am feeling blue. I’m feeling on the up and up and I know every day I will feel better.