Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Last Night Was Good For My Ego -- Excuse Me, I Meant 'Self-Esteem'

I can't believe I'm drawing. It's been too long... So the first step is to get a feeling for the proportions of the animal.

There we go, that's not so bad.

Now figure out the rough poses which will be refined in the next step -- doing a skeletal drawing. Ah, the old trace & fake...

Last night I had my Art Marketing class and it was my turn to introduce myself and my work. The format was for me to do present (in the ethological sense, I suppose) and then be critiqued based on my work and my ability to speak on it.

Well, at the end the class was into my shit and the teacher more-or-less said, "See? You ask him a question, he's got a well-thought-out articulate answer. That's what you should be aiming for by the end of the semester." I was on point.

It's a funny thing. For all my anti-social tendencies I'm quite comfortable in front of an audience. And as you may have noticed I can talk about my work for as long as anyone's willing to listen...

Anyway, after class I ran across a former teacher and told him about Swill, tried to talk him into submitting some fiction. We'll see -- but he seemed favorably impressed. And while we were talking another former teacher came by. She's one of the people reading my novel and as she passed she called out across the lobby about how much she was enjoying it.

Got to say, this all made me feel a hell of a lot better. Anxiety eased; I felt as though I'm good at what I do and I'm taking the right steps and so on and so forth. I'm starting to find a place in the world where I can feel strong.

This should trigger the old self-destructive tendencies. Five bucks says I fuck myself over by Sunday.


Allison Landa said...

Ten bucks says you wait til Monday. Glad you got the props you deserve.

Zach said...

Psittacosaurus, I presume?

Sean Craven said...

Psittacosaurus it is.