Every so often as I'm working, I come down with a big case of the stupids.
It starts out with my aesthetic choices somehow feeling off. Suddenly, every brushstroke becomes a painful reminder of how unqualified I am to be a painter. From there, the feeling overwhelms every aspect of my art practice, from my thoughts about individual paintings to my plans for larger projects. I see that my blog is full of useless nattering--my whole website even. And I know that everything I say to people is dumb, meaning that I can't be much smarter. In other words, I'm stupid. Read more >