Good friend

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I’m here at the Open studios and I keep getting tongue tied. I need to explain about my art, but for some reason I become shy, it’s like trying to display my mind to the world. Cut off the top of my head and scoop out all the swirling thoughts time…. But… My good friend came along today, she greeted people cheerfully, asked them into my studio, said how I was a good artist, (by this time my head was in my hands with embarrassment) and encouraged them to think about commissioning me to do some art for them.

I was really pleased and mortified at the same time. I think it’s that British thing if too much modesty. It’s a learned habit that makes you feel like the “I’m not worthy” characters you see on TV or in books. Do you know what I mean? I felt it was far easier to just say “hi” as people walked past.

Thank you my good friend!

2 thoughts on “Good friend

  1. I understand completely. My friends are really pumped that I am a writer and a painter and I’ll be in the room with them and people I’ve just met and my friends tell them all about me. I get so embarrassed. I’m trying very hard to get over it because it’s not good for me. There are people everywhere who might want to buy my books or paintings but don’t know about them. I really NEED all the good words I can get. And I really DO what my friends say I do. It’s just weird.

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