Someone told me once, my whole personality is mismatched socks. It’s true. Right at this very moment I have on mismatched socks, sometimes if I’m lucky one is inside out as well. But it’s not so much true for the obvious reason, it really goes much deeper than that.
I think Vivian from Pretty Woman explains it best, “I would say I’m kinda fly by the seat of my pants gal. Moment to moment.” Maybe that’s why I enjoyed watching that movie so much, I could relate to her personality and how she couldn’t quite fit in.
I remember senior year getting voted “most unique”, which is really just a nice way of saying ‘you’re really weird’. They had to corner me coming out of homeroom to get my picture for the yearbook, looking miserable as ever, they snapped the picture and I was forever immortalized as “unique”. Even in art class I was turned away. We had a project based on a somewhat famous Van Gogh painting that was simply a chair in a room. We were told to take that idea of a simple chair and interpret that in our own style, so I did, I put the chair outside, surrounded in green grass and sunlight. And I remember this only because it shocked me to find an art teacher that would simply not allow students to think outside the box. I was simply told it was not good. And I continued to doubt myself into adulthood.
SUPER depressing Stephanie, thanks for sharing that.
Point being, its ok to be weird, I can finally see that now. It allows me to see the world differently, with views and thoughts and artwork and mismatched socks, that don’t fit the social norm. And I’m fine with that.
I switch back and forth between physical drawings and paintings, to digital art. Both still take time for me to jump back in after my sporadic bursts of art energy or lack thereof. So while waiting for my iPad to charge so I can dive back into digital art, here’s a photo of my cat sleeping:
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