In this first blog I am dashing headlong into the nebulous subject of fragility. Yes, I know I labeled this blog “Cheerleaders” and for good reason. Whatever career and lifestyle a person accepts into his/her life, hopefully there is a collection of cheerleading types that applaud when we succeed and roll their eyes when we need direction.
Speaking as an artist, I thrive on good reviews, smiley faces, ‘beautiful’ remarks and strangers purchasing my paintings. My personal cheerleaders are quite varied from family, my besties who work in art, people I’ve forged face-to-face friendships with over the years and Facebook buddies.
Now here is the fragility equation. I know my cheerleaders don’t want to smash my ego when I display a painting, but there are times when my ego needs a good smash. I want to be the best painter I can be.
One of my art besties recently told me, in a fit of truthfulness, a painting might not be exciting. After my ego fled the room in terror I took another look and had to agree. Yeah! Adverse reactions can be wonderfully constructive. Fragility be dammed!