The kind impostor

You read a lot about artists and the impostor syndrome, this crippling and persistent fear of being exposed as a “fraud”. I’m not sure what happened to me qualifies as a bout of impostoritis, but I have been downright mean to myself. And here is how I stopped.

Stamping away

So, here I am, waiting to hear from the curating panel of an art project I applied to a few weeks ago. Ruminating.
I organised my past work, found rubber stamps sheets I had forgotten about, borrowed (stole) ink-pads from my five-year-old’s stash and started stamping away.