I’ve Created Monsters!

My kids have been watching me draw since they were born.  I don’t push them to be artists mainly because I don’t want them to tell me that I suck someday when they develop mad skills.  I try to follow the Ignorance is Bliss policy in our home as often as possible.  However, as they have shown interest, I have taken the time to explain what I’m working on.

When drawing a large portrait, I frequently set up the drawing in the back of a room so that I can see what it looks like from a distance.  This is where I find most of my mistakes.  On a detailed drawing I may put it back every hour or so to see how it’s coming along. I have taken the time to show my kids (if they care that day) the things that I see that are incorrect so that they have a good “eye” for fine art. I want them to be able to see mistakes or things that are out of proportion in case they are ever interested in creating portraits or artwork that would require this type of skill.  This has completely backfired.

When I used to get, “That’s really good, Mommy!” I now get, “Oh, Mom, that highlight is in the wrong spot.” or, “The ear is too dark compared to the rest of the drawing.” or, “Why did you draw the hair like that?”  It’s becoming unbearable.  There isn’t a thing I do lately that doesn’t get severe criticism from my kids.  What used to be cute is now totally annoying.  Now, when I set back my drawings, I have three little people lined up next to me.  All of us rubbing our chins with our heads cocked to the side.  My cute little critics now have nothing nice to say and only point out problems which are sometimes intentional “problems” that I actually like.  So, my new policy?  Hide what I’m working on.  I cover half the page if I hear little feet coming or cover the whole thing when I get up from my drawing table.  I am actually hiding my work from my own children.

Lesson of the day?  Keep your kids ignorant of what you do.  Tell them that you’re nothing but a bad-ass all the time. It will make your life easier.

Here we go…

I am so excited and nervous to get going with my new portrait artist website and career.  My amazing husband has worked tirelessly getting everything ready for me.

I have always imagined a time in my life that I would be able to work as an artist.  When I was young, I imagined myself in a house with a huge studio.  I would wear flowy dresses.  I would have nude models going in and out through my home and gardens.  In between my numerous lovers, I would create paintings and drawings that would shock and awe society. I would intimidate and bewilder those around me. Classrooms of children would see my work and decide at that moment, that they too, wanted to be an artist.

Three kids and numerous shitty desk jobs later, I sit here.  I sit in old-lady shorts and a tank top.  I sit with my hair in an “I’ve given up” bun.  I spent my morning cleaning up jammies, undies, toys, hair-ties and whatever else my kids left on the floor before going to school today.  I decided to give up on trying to get the goo (doo) out of the intestines of my daughters Doggie Doo toy that hasn’t been able to poop since she fed it too much yesterday.  These are my days.

There is no romance.  We are all trying to make a living. I do this today for my kids.  I have always preached to them that they can be anything in life if they work hard enough.  This is my “anything”.  I want them to watch me fulfill a dream.  I want them to see that with work, you don’t have to follow society.

I sit here, at my desk, with a cup of coffee and music playing in the background.  I sit with the project I’m working on.  I sit here feeling grateful, for there is no place I would rather be.

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