Saturday …
April 5, 2014
Today I begin again! I would like to say I am excited or even happy but I am not! I really want to become a [better] printer and produce some desirable pieces. I can cut a bit of lino, make a fair representation of a few items …. tea pots, bikes and boots … no great shakes!
I can even make a pretty good print; my friend at Artichoke Press helped me with that.
I have the rollers, ink, paper, cutting tools and even a new apron; but somewhere the enthusiasm has gone, I am even fearful.
I am off to another art class this afternoon and it seems the lonely, new girl feeling is overwhelming … does being an artist [human being] always feel like this? Why have I not noticed it so before?
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I love your prints. I hope you keep going to the class, even if you feel self conscious, I felt like nervous and lonely at first. 🙂