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11:59pm December 22, 2011
[A room. With long tables. And people. Can’t describe more right now.] That’s where I go for art and have finally started painting again. My first time since August, due to health reasons. It’s basically a place where DD artists can do whatever they have the equipment for. So any week I have the energy I go there and paint, and have discovered that while my technical skills aren’t the best I can still make stuff that I often like. (And that other people like well enough to hang in galleries and spontaneously offer to buy. I’m not selling, but that at least tells me they’re not doing the fake voiced “How PRETTY!” while their eyes glaze over. Being a disabled artist means hearing the fake voice thing a lot and not knowing whether to trust people. What’s really fun is hearing “How PRETTY!” when I haven’t even got the first layer of paint down – which is usually just blobs in two or three colors fingerpainted semirandomly. A double take is often a good sign. Or “How PRET— … … Uh wow that’s really good.” I hate having to look for that level of detail to figure out if someone’s serious. There are a lot of really good artists there.) This is also THE only place I go outside my house except medical appointments. (It’s technically a day program.) So this is my few hours out of bed a week. If funding cuts kill this program I will be monumentally pissed.

[A room. With long tables. And people. Can’t describe more right now.]

That’s where I go for art and have finally started painting again. My first time since August, due to health reasons. It’s basically a place where DD artists can do whatever they have the equipment for. So any week I have the energy I go there and paint, and have discovered that while my technical skills aren’t the best I can still make stuff that I often like.

(And that other people like well enough to hang in galleries and spontaneously offer to buy. I’m not selling, but that at least tells me they’re not doing the fake voiced “How PRETTY!” while their eyes glaze over. Being a disabled artist means hearing the fake voice thing a lot and not knowing whether to trust people. What’s really fun is hearing “How PRETTY!” when I haven’t even got the first layer of paint down – which is usually just blobs in two or three colors fingerpainted semirandomly. A double take is often a good sign. Or “How PRET— … … Uh wow that’s really good.” I hate having to look for that level of detail to figure out if someone’s serious. There are a lot of really good artists there.)

This is also THE only place I go outside my house except medical appointments. (It’s technically a day program.) So this is my few hours out of bed a week.

If funding cuts kill this program I will be monumentally pissed.

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