Met this sculptor Brigette Evill, and today we had a nice chat in my studio. That’s her: www.brigetteevill.com
She is great. Really like her work. It is so true.
Talking to her made me realise, amongst other things, that the lack of experience in the “real world” outside with all the human interactions is incredibly obvious and a drawback in my combination of skills. What am I to do about it, I have no idea.
Anyway, too late to start a new path.
Michel came out of his house today just few steps in front of me and walked in the same direction. He cast a side-way glance, but I am not entirely sure whether her sow me or not. I just walked behind, hoping he wouldn’t look back. The thing is, I am not comfortable talking to him at the best of the times. But now, it is even more difficult. His father died few days ago, and I have no idea what to say, how to behave. Then I rationalised, that if he sow me, than it was up to him to recognise me or not, and if he didn’t – I am in the clear. All of this situation just shows once more what a freak, what an immature idiot I am. And no way I am going to fix that by chanting to my self that I am the opposite. Maybe the best would be to just stick to whatever I am, however ugly that is. And that would be my Unique Selling Point.
Talking of which… Lately it dawned on me, that the whole world is all about selling. Selling, selling and selling… Isn’t it awful? Or am I wrong again?