The Voices in My Head That Tell Me Making Things Is a Bad Idea, Embodied!

I spend a lot of time these days thinking about making art but deciding not to. This is on account of a nasty little gang of voices in my head that love to discourage my creative endeavors. I’ve gotten to know the gang quite well, so here they are, incarnate!

The academic my dad wants me to become


The emotional censor placed upon all young girls between ages 0 and 8

You might also recognize these friends from your own insecurity-riddled art making attempts!!