| Cattle at Huddard-Kivett farm, north of Martinsville by Frank M. Hohenberger, 1927. via. |
I'm not sure what is bringing this on. My camera is broken at the moment, so perhaps it's the fact that I haven't gotten to go out and take pictures for a bit. Perhaps it's the fact that my shops have been a little quiet lately. Perhaps it's because winter is setting in around here, and it's really not my favorite time of year. Whatever it is, I'm a bit overcome with this sense of "Holy cow, am I really good enough to match wits with the likes of the other artists out there? Am I worthy of calling myself an artist?" I am sure this feeling will pass without much of a concern, but it is an annoying, gnawing feeling at the present. I know I'm not alone, I know a lot of artists have this feeling come over them sometimes. Just wish I could shake it. I do believe I'll go run about the house dancing to some music with Hoot and that may help, if not it most definitely can't hurt either.
On a side note, I'm still swooning over the entire Frank M. Hohenberger Collection, if you couldn't tell.
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