Before I get back to work I will finish my thought from yesterday.
I attached this blog to my personal art website. In no means does that mean my fine art is a "lesser" site, it's just not my professional site. Or rather, it is not a site that will eventually be an online market place with shipping rates and buy now buttons
And so I explore my thoughts, struggles, joys, frustrations, the day to day. And personal information comes out. I try to have a policy of not "over sharing" (mess that one up often) and not using foul language (mess that up also, but not as often as oversharing). But, doing this daily, even if it is just me doing a 3 minute post of the moon as I forgot to blog a very detailed glimpse into my interior world is available.
Ever the narcissist I think "WOW who would NOT want to spend weeks reading and re-reading this because I really am such an awesome smart creative lady?!?!? Who wouldn't enjoy this and want to be my friend? Why hasn't Oprah contacted me???" *sigh* and then I remember that it is one small blog of millions, billions, trillions of blogs that exist out in the cyber world. If anything these musings are "humedy" aliens read in their newspapers on another planet in another dimension. "silly little earth girl."
But that is it. I am opening up and even stupid silly me paragraphs like the last few give insight into me. And is connected to a site that has some of the work I am proudest to have completed. And as I tell people about my classes I share this site. Because I won't be teaching wheel or casting. I will be teaching hand building. And this site is what showcases my mastery of it. And showcases more of my interior life.
So that is it. It is strange to think that meeting new people and sharing my new classes I use this site as a tool to showcase my skill. And this personal blog is a part of it. So it is just strange. That someone I may have talked to for just a few minutes has the opportunity to read about a number of personal and sensitive areas of my life. Which I knowingly set up to be transparent. I wanted to be held accountable and be transparent as things get messy for me when I start to self isolate. And even aiming to be more open, transparent, honest I realize how much I really do hold inside. Or do not share. Oh boy, humans are complex beings (and here the alien in that other dimension snorts into their cereal.)
So, transparent blog. i have acknowledged that this baffles me a bit. But I have called you (the blog) and me (the writer) out on this bit of strangeness and can now ignore it for the most part. But now this chickadee must gulp a few more sips of coffee and then work to see how much porcelain I can pack in my pores!
Happy Tuesday Morning everyone!