Sharing My Arts With My Next of Kin
Recently, I noticed that sharing art is not always reciprocal with people around me. I mean: when my partner tells me about his findings on some techniques for his scale modelled tanks, I listen with attention. When I start getting about my stuff, well, I see him yawning. I know. It is boring to talk about which hero we hate or like. Or sharing my cynical ideas I got to write on that unispired day. But then, when you live with one person who doesn't seem to be interested, well, you keep these to yourself. Frankly, I find he has much more imagination than I do. I find he is much more thorough and structured and organized than I am. I fit greatly against my bee profile, going from one beautiful shinny project to the other. That's how I am. So I keep these projects to myself, especially my writing. I am not even planning to share anything with my close people when I publish my words. When I read back those last lines, I get it: low self-estim...