Balls. Big ones.

Last night was the "lange Nacht der Kunst" in our town - the "long night of art." Being curious about the local art scene, we took kidlet out and tried to see as much as possible before his inevitable meltdown.

Internet, y'all know about my painting fantasies, getting back to my creative roots and *gulp* maybe someday, just maybe having the guts to show my work to others if I am ever *sigh* good enough. Dearest Internet friends, let me tell you something. The artists around GT clearly do not share my insecurities. Instead, they have balls. BIG ones. Meaning they will show any kind of crap and declare it art. Because, these provincials won't know the difference, right?

Don't get me wrong. We saw some interesting things last night. But, we also saw some rather awful things - and those awful things really gave me hope. My work isn't worse than theirs - in fact, it is better than some of it. I just need to pull myself together, find myself a wheelbarrow full of courage and ego-protection spray and knock on some doors.

Note to self: theme for next painting. Balls. Big ones. Maybe that will help!