Of course, the REALLY special holiday is tomorrow, so in advance, I'd like to wish you all a Happy Discount Candy Day.
Little, Big
3 months ago
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Happy Halloween
Of course, the REALLY special holiday is tomorrow, so in advance, I'd like to wish you all a Happy Discount Candy Day.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
"We're not made of money! We'll swim to Oakland!"
So, there's this thing. This "local artists showcasing their stuff" thing. And I'm going to be one of those artists. Showcasing my stuff. Possibly even selling it. You know, if anyone buys it. It'll be for sale, anyway.
It's tonight.
Tonight seemed a long way off, two months ago. Two months ago when my friend and I signed up, thinking, "Hey, this'll be a great way to remove our bullshit excuses and throw ourselves out there."
And don't get me wrong, I think we were right about that. But I've never done this before. I don't even have a goddamn etsy shop, which is ridiculous, because I think everyone and their mother has an etsy shop these days. (I should probably get on that, but it's not really high on my priority list just yet.)
But anyway, it looks like it'll be fun. Selling stuff isn't really the point, though I'll probably be thrilled if it happens. The point is, I'm actually getting brave enough to put myself out there---acting brave, anyway, if not really feeling it at the moment---rather than hiding out until I decide I'm "good enough", which of course, will never happen if that's what I'm waiting for. I made a ton of silly feathery hats and costumey shit, and I had fun making them. They make me smile. It's not exactly What I Want To Do Forever, but it's not like "dicking around on the Internet" is what I want to do forever either, and lord knows I do plenty of that. It's been a long time since I've looked on my work with anything resembling satisfaction. I'm finally starting to feel like the person I wanted to grow up to be. That's a really good feeling.
Still, it's a little nerve-wracking. If you'll excuse me, I have to go finish up some final touches, and then I'll be off in this corner, hyperventilating into a paper bag.
So, if anyone reading this is gonna be in the East Bay tonight, pop on by. Hosted by the Rock Paper Scissors Collective, at the lovely and historic Sweets Ballroom. Doors open at 7. Should be a fun time.
It's tonight.
Tonight seemed a long way off, two months ago. Two months ago when my friend and I signed up, thinking, "Hey, this'll be a great way to remove our bullshit excuses and throw ourselves out there."
And don't get me wrong, I think we were right about that. But I've never done this before. I don't even have a goddamn etsy shop, which is ridiculous, because I think everyone and their mother has an etsy shop these days. (I should probably get on that, but it's not really high on my priority list just yet.)
But anyway, it looks like it'll be fun. Selling stuff isn't really the point, though I'll probably be thrilled if it happens. The point is, I'm actually getting brave enough to put myself out there---acting brave, anyway, if not really feeling it at the moment---rather than hiding out until I decide I'm "good enough", which of course, will never happen if that's what I'm waiting for. I made a ton of silly feathery hats and costumey shit, and I had fun making them. They make me smile. It's not exactly What I Want To Do Forever, but it's not like "dicking around on the Internet" is what I want to do forever either, and lord knows I do plenty of that. It's been a long time since I've looked on my work with anything resembling satisfaction. I'm finally starting to feel like the person I wanted to grow up to be. That's a really good feeling.
Still, it's a little nerve-wracking. If you'll excuse me, I have to go finish up some final touches, and then I'll be off in this corner, hyperventilating into a paper bag.
So, if anyone reading this is gonna be in the East Bay tonight, pop on by. Hosted by the Rock Paper Scissors Collective, at the lovely and historic Sweets Ballroom. Doors open at 7. Should be a fun time.
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