I think that as artists, we are all plagued by self-doubts. I know I am. There is always that incessant voice in the back of my head that keeps asking, "Am I are good enough?"
Yesterday, I pulled my violin out of its case. I even trimmed my fingernails, but on my left hand only. What prompted this sudden interest in playing the violin again is that my new boyfriend is a bit of a musician himself. Now, I'm not ready to subject anyone else to the sounds that barely pass for music emanating from my violin at this stage. (Plus, I really don't want to scare this guy away.)
I recently started dating again. I joined a couple of those online dating services. I created an interesting profile and posted a bunch of photos.
I've received quite a few responses. They seem to fall into three general categories:
Last night I went to my very first rock concert. I know, not something terribly earth shattering, but it was a new experience for me.
One Christmas when I was young I received a special present. It was in a large flat box. After carefully removing the wrapping paper, I opened the box. Upon seeing the contents of the box, I remember thinking, "Why would I want this?" My father must have seen the confusion on my face. He firmly said, "It's either this or voice lessons." Being the shy person that I am, I chose the lesser of two evils: I chose the guitar.
Thus began my music lessons.
Okay, I admit it. I love cartoons. Disney, Pixar, Warner Brothers, I like them all. Lately, I've been watching one of my all time favorites, the Animaniacs. There was a movie from 1999 entitled "Wakko's Wish."
In this movie, the character named Wakko makes a wish. In a standard fairy tale cartoon, the fairy godmother would show up. But Animaniacs is not a standard cartoon. Instead, the person who shows up is the "Desire Fulfillment Facilitator."
It's about halfway through the Art-A-Fair Festival. This is the summer long art show in Laguna Beach, California that I have been doing for many years. Over the nine weeks of this show I talk to quite a few people.
Some are artists, some are not. If I spend enough time talking to the person, and if I think it's appropriate, I show them my latest book, The Shy Artist's Guide to Answering Questions.
What has surprised me is who ends up purchasing one of my books.
I had an interesting experience yesterday. I was in my booth speaking to an elderly couple. The gentleman, whose name was Burt, was looking for an artist who painted boats. I knew the artist he was talking about and told him that the artist was no longer in this show.
We started talking about boats and ships. When Burt recognized that I had some interest in the subject, we sat down so he could show me photos of the model ship he was working on.
Last week I went to Trader Joe's. Okay, not a particularly newsworthy event, I admit. I was getting the ingredients to make the goodies I served at the opening for the Art-A-Fair Festival. This is a big fancy party where all the artists get to premier their new work at this summer long art show.
10. The booth next to you features a real dog driving a toy car with a radio playing "Who Let the Dogs Out."
9. Your booth is in front of a bar where the patrons are shouting the "F" word in every sentence.