{"id":6788,"date":"2024-11-24T18:00:45","date_gmt":"2024-11-24T18:00:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/steepedinthelore.bitingreviews.com\/steeped\/?p=6788"},"modified":"2024-11-24T19:25:37","modified_gmt":"2024-11-24T19:25:37","slug":"art-in-the-wild","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/steepedinthelore.bitingreviews.com\/steeped\/art-in-the-wild\/","title":{"rendered":"Putting my work out there…"},"content":{"rendered":"

When I moved to the PNW, I picked up a pencil and started to capture my world on paper. I had tried before, but I never possessed the patience or satisfaction to continue making art. COVID changed things. I suddenly had time to stare at my unused art supplies and contemplate a project or two. So I started, and I struggled. I filled many, many art journals with the most horrible dreck and absurdist projects. I took a few online classes and tried again. I mailed odd bits to friends to get some reaction. Rinse and repeat.<\/p>\n

Finally, I mustered the gumption to give a few watercolors to my ever-patient BF (and sometimes model), who hung them in his office at work.\u00a0 The separation with the art stung a little bit, the imposture syndrome a bit more, but I sat with it. And then I created some more and thought maybe I could see improvement. Okay, fine.<\/p>\n

I showed some work to an artistic friend, who said a total stranger liked them a lot when she shared them. A stranger! Why was that validating? I don’t know, but it was. I found a little more gumption and offered a few to hang in my town’s rotating art display. These were accepted–surprising, shocking. And here it is, evidence that I actually do paint:<\/p>\n