self-doubt

Pearls of Wisdom: standing around at a party in my underwear

27 March 2010

It’s Saturday. The exhibition that Pearls of Wisdom was destined for opened today. Remember that the delivery deadline for the piece was Wednesday? Well, it wasn’t finished. Not even close. The Queen of Last Minute Panics had really lost her crown this time. And believe me, there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. There [...]

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How to break an artistic funk in three easy steps

1 November 2009

So I’ll come clean. I’ve been in a bit of a funk. It’s true. Oh yes. For most of October, despite it being my favouritest month ever, I’ve been feeling pretty much paralysed by doubt and fear. Were I living in a war zone, or Neanderthal times, or I don’t know, amongst brain-eating zombies or [...]

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Facing the blank page, um, posting box

5 August 2009

It’s actually quite scary having this new website and blog. It’s scary because it says, up there, live on t’interwebs, that I am an Artist. That means People might judge me and find me lacking. “An artist? Who does she think she is?” It’s scary because I want to be me on this blog. That [...]

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