But Thanks for Sharing

I love opinions. I love to hear them, talk about them, expound them, analyze them, and discover their origin…if any. As much as I encourage an open and honest repartee, I believe that a little discretion is necessary. For example, I would never approach an artist and say something like, “I’m sorry, but I find your work to be weird and creepy,” or something as simple as “I don’t like it.”

Artist, in the case, is a pretty slack classification of what I am when I do what I do. At least I think so. I see something in my head and then I try to capture that particular situation. More often than not I don’t even come close to what is in my head. But I’m trying. I’m new. I’m still growing. I’m pretty insecure about what I’m putting out there in the first place, so the criticism, seldom it may come, is not helping one bit.

While I may not hit the intended mark, everything that I do is intentional. I have no fear of perfection, for I know that I’ll never reach it.^* So I don’t need you to point that out to me. This is one reason why I hesitate to do anything too extreme that will be seen locally. Just as soon as I do it…I get torn down. But I will remain attentive to my own vision and move forward with vim and verve. When I was six I wanted to grow up to be a trash collector. When I was eight I wanted to be Napoleon, and my ambition has been growing steady ever since.

So, go ahead, share your opinion as you feel appropriate. I might listen…