To Thine Own Self Be True ~Shakespeare
Just starting to blog, I am overwhelmed and intimidated by all the beautiful, artist blog sites I have been reading. From the blog, Memories from Mine to Thine, I saw a small icon that said "Small is beautiful" when I clicked on it, it had a manifesto that exemplifies exactly what I am feeling today. I was so thankful to read this. It is just what my heart needed to hear.
The Small is Beautiful Manifesto
We believe stories are valuable, no matter how many people read them.
We believe following your passion is more important that watching your site
We believe in the handmade, the first try, the small start, and the good
We believe that small is beautiful.
Won’t you join our tiny revolution?
This really speaks to me. I have no intention that thousands of readers will follow my blog, "it would be nice though" On a deep level, I think it comes from wanting to be understood, to be valued, validated, encouraged, recognized.
Many artists blogs are full of wonderful, creative, inspiring, interesting, pieces of art, handmade by them.
I don't know about you, but, I have a hard time showing my art work to other people, which is minimal (right now) at best. I actually spend more time looking at everybody else art work than actually creating my own. From reading their blogs, this leads me to believe, I must not "really" be an artist. They say things like ...their art comes from a deep internal force within them...to create. This is the second reason I must not "really" be an artist, I don't feel this. I simply just like, enjoy, find pleasing, making things. I always feel more comfortable saying I am into crafts.
This is why the "Small is Beautiful" manifesto is so wonderful. It applauds, the good effort, the small start, the first try, and that all stories are valuable, which is why I could write this today.
This is my story for today, as my cloth and clay doll sits on the table across from me, beckoning me to come and sculpt her face, it will be my second attempt, she does have a nose and a chin, hardly worthy of a photo.
So I am off to sculpt a face...but first I have to find out more about becoming part of this tiny revolution.