Curmudgeon...ok, yes that's me

I was recently referred to as a...

CURMUDGEON

Definition:

A bad tempered or surly person.

surly: 

Irritably sullen and churlish.

churlish:

A lack of civility

Civility:

A polite act.

basically

a cranky, crabby, 

whiney, sourpuss

I like the following explanation better.

A curmudgeon's reputation for malevolence is 

undeserved.  We don't hate mankind,

just mankind's absurdities.  We are just

as sensitive as the next person, but hide

our vulnerability beneath a crust of misanthropy,

(distrust of humankind).  We ease the pain by 

turning hurt to humor. Nature has endowed us

with astute perception and sly wit.  We have our

version of the truth which unsettles some, even

though we soften it with humor.

Here are some other

curmudgeons.

What this is all in reference to was 

the recent show I did in Tustin.

Doing a show on the road is 

a lot of work.

The traveling, setting up,

selling, taking down, being 

nice for hours on end.  Repeating yourself

over and over....basically selling a little piece

of yourself.

For me, I do that with my art.

Here you go...I made this for you...

now can I go back to my studio and

do what I love...which is create.

I don't know about other artists

but for me...It is hard to stand there

and sell, me.  

Plus physically, I feel tired and old!!!!

My mantra is 

"I am to old for this!"

Meaning...can't I just make stuff

and someone else sell it?

Oh Yeah,

That is why 

Bunnies By The Bay exists.

I have surrounded myself with

people who do all that.

They are good at it, experts...

and they like selling and organizing

and running spread sheets as much

as I like sewing and drawing.

But this need to have an identity

and self expression outside of bunnies

has led me to selling my own art.

It is like starting over at 56 and being

all alone without my sisters there to protect me.

(Or as they would say protect others from me.)

I did meet some really nice people, and I love all my

earth angle girls.  We had fun, can't wait to do it 

all again.  But in the moment standing all day on 

a concrete floor...the

CURMUDGEON comes out in me.

Not to the customers and nice, nice people who

come out to see us, just to my fellow artists.

My reward at the end of the day

An Ale...makes that pissy part of me

disappear and I can have fun and laugh at

life and myself.  I will never stop being

honest, and truthful...but I'll work on

my filter system.  In the meantime

I am happy to be home and grateful

to those who understand and love me anyways.

Do you have a curmudgeon in your life?