Falling from Grace or from Sight?

Do you see me?
Do you see me?

I am sincerely stunned by the reverence some people give me. Then I am terrified because I know this pedestal: I've lived on it and I've fallen from it. I'm not keen about doing so again, not when it cost so much, hurt her so dearly to watch my plummet. Because, you see, I took her with me; I watched her bleed and I laughed at her wounds, thinking them false or weakly inflicted.

Because the real me is terrifying. My ideal self is the one that looks like she's got it all together, yet she doesn't care; she's adaptable, sarcastic, hilarious, calm, patient, harsh when called for--authentic.

Ironic, then, that my real self is not at all authentic when all painted up for another's vision.

Don't Rain on My Parade and TRUTH in progress

Two of the many art pieces that I've been ignoring are in progress! Actually, they're almost completed. I used a couple new techniques that I picked up off of Pinterest.com (killer site to get the creative juices flowing). I'll probably end up redoing the pieces now that I kind of know what I'm doing. I think I'm most excited about Don't Rain on My Parade because I didn't absolutely hate the girl that I painted last year while I was home. Usually I look back on my stuff and I want to rip it to shreds.

I think I'd like a portfolio for my stuff, but I have no idea what to get. Hmmm, good thing Christmas is just around the corner!

It's about time I finally got back to my art stuff. I haven't done anything paint-y for some time. I also need to work on a Tennessee Williams collage for a teacher, and I haven't done mixed media for the entire semester either.

Time to root through the craft box and get busy!