Here we go again. I was so excited to finish the chair for my friend's daughter on her 4th birthday. The seat design was inspired by a painting exercise in an instructional book by artist Cristina Acosta, and the rest of the details were just my fancy. I started the chair when Raegan was one year old, but had no place to work. Now that I have a studio, I was able to work on it every day and have it finished on time (as on time as one can be when the birthday girl is turning four). The birthday party was an intimate gathering - other than the immediate family, me and Kevin, there were three adult friends.
The response was underwhelming. I don't know what I expected. I'm not a great artist. I can't even claim ownership of the bulk of the primary design. I know my work isn't everyone's cup of tea, but still... I'm feeling like a big baby, discouraged and foolish. I want to hide my work. I'm too old to feel like this. Of course, I'll get back on the horse and get back to work (not on furniture!) in the studio, but it makes me feel like not doing this any more. Could I be more petulant?!? I'm not upset with anyone because no one did anything wrong. How do I feel? Defeated. For now. I'm not sure I can reach to kick myself in the patoot to snap out of this funk.
