This weekend I’ve gone out of my comfort zone and done another craft fair.
I’ve always struggled with self belief. I don’t think my art is good enough to sell. So to be at a fair and ‘my’ cards be selling ( none of the paper cuts I’d done sold ) is surreal because to me I don’t think anyone would want anything to do with me.
To those reading this that have seen my work and are questioning me. I KNOW. But I can’t help the internal fight that happens. To the people that have commissioned me. I KNOW. It is what it is. My art at the minute is very slowly taking off somewhere and I feel like I’m along for the ride, or waiting for the postcard. I’m getting commissions, I’m getting people buying the card I had printed. I’ve even some how been coerced into setting up a Facebook page to sell my stuff ( it has a name and that is it. To me it’s a why? I’m not good enough. )
I will always be creative that’s a no brainer. Even at my darkest points through my mental health something will appear but ask me to explain it is another story.
Coming home tonight I suddenly felt so alone with a thousand questions negative and positive going through my head and no one to sound off on.
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