Whooooooooo arrrrreeee yooooooooouuu?

Okay, I kind of have a problem that I'd like to share with you guys. Lately I've had a revelation that you might find of use.

In the deeply symbolic words of the blue caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland, "Whoooooo arrrrrreeeeee yooooooooouuu?"


Perhaps your answer would be an engineer, a nurse, a mailman (just to name a few). Or perhaps you are an artist, like me.

But I have another question for you. What makes you who you are? Is it your uniform, where you go to work, your name tag?

Or do you tell yourself who you are based on what people say?

Wait a second, don't immediately deny me. Think about it for a moment. If you particularly excel at something- how does it make you feel when you hear someone praise you? Good, right? Well, I have a scenario that I want you to think about. (well actually a true story, but I want you to see if it relates to you if you're an artist.)

I always love to bring my work out to show other people whenever they're over at my place. I love to be complemented- it's part of my prideful nature. So one day, someone commented, "You are truly an artist." This stopped me in my tracks.

For the longest time I just... Didn't particularly believe I was an artist. From then on I regarded myself as being an artist- a true artist.

Woah woah woah, so what's the meaning of this story? Why is it as bad as you're making it out to be?

Well, you're right. There is a good side to this story. Someone gave me the motivation to believe in myself. What's so bad about that?

Nothing is wrong with that. But what's wrong is what I was believing before.

Do I really need other people to tell me what I am? To tell me who I am? Whether I like it or not- I should never listen to other people's opinions of who I am as an individual, and neither should you! You don't need anyone's approval- you only need yourself's.

That's really one of the biggest, most valued virtues- self assurance. And it just doesn't stick to artistic assurance- it goes for everyday life. You don't need someone to tell you that dress flatters your figure, or makes you look like a blimp, or it's not your color. If you like it- then you like it. That's the whole idea of fashion, isn't it? Self expression!

But there's
a fine line between being independent and not easily swayed and being a total jerk and not listening to anything others say. Let people have their opinions, but don't let them change yours.

Remember- you're who you are because you say you are.


~Tei

"Anything you can imagine is real."
-Pablo Picasso

My Little Yeller Book

Hello friends, it seems as though we meet again. How was your weekend? Mine was pleasurable and chock-full with artsy-fartsiness! (In case you haven't noticed, I make up words...)

I did a lot of painting with acrylics, some with watercolor, and even some with crayon! And also, I did a lot of entries in my brand-spanking new art journal!

Yeah, yeah, you've heard about it before, but I want to tell you all about it- maybe you can visualize (I won't post pictures for lack of camera).

Okay- it's a paper-bound, about 5 by 7, filled with gobs of pages sketchbook with creme pages! I love it to death!

Okay, so how did I get it? I went to the Museum of Modern Art in NYC recently, and something just sparked in me. I fell in love with oil paintings, and fell madly in love with Picasso and this other guy I can't remember the name of... But I'll tell you sometime, I wrote it down I promise! So, they had a lot of artsy stuff in the gift shop- and I knew I had to *cough* invest in something there. So, waaaay in the back in a bucket was this little fragile book just screaming for someone to buy it, so I did.

When I got home, I painted the cover with all my favorite colors in a big splochy manner. Then I told myself, "There has to be a quote by someone that is the perfect introduction to this quest!" So, naturally, I found one in ten minutes. It went like this. "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story." -Maya Angelou. This explained the purpose of this book to a T! I want to tell a story with my art.

So I gessoed the pages and started my journey! I will post pictures every so often. :) (I won't even begin to rant about how the pages were so thin I had to paste like ten together...)

Thanks for listening!!!

~Tei

Preface of This Disaster

Hello interwebs! You are reading this because I've decided to spam you once again!

Why? Because spamming is what I do best, of course! I can spam all day and all night! And you never will get mad at me or run out of space- cause you are the interwebs!

So- what in the vast hole of darkness that is my bellybutton is this blog?

This blog is everything basically. I'm planning to NOT complain- but to use this blog as a means of reflections. To put in writing what I learn.

I am starting an art journal (or as I'd like to call, an art journey). This will be my first art journal, so I really don't have any expectations or ideas about how it's going to play out. As a great artist recently told me, when you come to a blank paper or canvas, you drop all expectations and let yourself go. I intend to do so.

So, until we meet again, friends!