Actually, I always hope that my right brain will win out. I'm much more inclined towards living an artistic life than conforming to office hours. But I'm pretty good at office work, and that's where my left brain comes into play. I'm organized and consistent and efficient.
Even my hobbies make use of both sides of my brain. So while I am itching to produce art like this
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| "Loneliness #3" |
I'm compelled to produce these diminutive bits of uselessness.
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| "Cafe Tout Petit" |
I suppose this brings the right brain and left brain together. Right brain - I get to create the scene and mix patterns, textures and colors.
Left brain - I figure out how to make tiny things, and I'm somewhat precise in creating itsy bitsy cups out of clay and gluing little beads onto them for handles.
I never wanted to be thought of as a miniaturist - that sounds like someone who plays with dolls, and who owns cats numbering into double digits, and who has a funny laugh and awkward social skills. (If you're a miniaturist, I do apologize, but I'm trying to make a point here.)
Maybe this will produce an income some day; hopefully not a miniature one. But I can't seem to help myself - I'm hooked. I've got a teensy, weensy monkey on my back!
Val




































