Was thinking about how embarrassed I felt every time someone in junior high school took the stage and performed singing completely out of tune, being all proud of her/himself. Parts of me were probably a bit envious of them for believing so much in themselves. I’ve always been way too self-critical. Always been thinking Why would I do this, someone else has already done it better? It’s like thinking Why would I live on this planet, someone else has already done it? Enough of this. Yolo and so on. Gonna sing out of tune on the blog every now and then from now on.
Spending the whole day in the studio, so – Juto, go on and start painting.
Sitting here scribbling, trying to learn how to use brushes again.
Buttcracks and Wrist Worms, all available in the shop.
Last Friday, Johan and I were sipping Guinness, talking about Tinder. Johan was like Of course I would try out Tinder if we divorced, would you? My instant answer was NO. We laughed about me being on Tinder, if I ever was, of course I would use a picture like the one above. Maybe a dog would like to hook up with me. I don’t want to hook up with any new human being anyway, guess it would take a long long time.
Here I am, singing out of tune at my desk. Instead of sitting waiting for making something really good, without even having the courage to try, I’m going to show you some of my process of learning how to paint. OK? This is real: I have been anxious about this for 8 years, being so ashamed of having lost the belief in my own creativity and comparing myself with others.