Maybe Tomorrow

I can't figure out if I've become more touchy (very possible) or if my mother has become more critical (very possible).

I wanted to make pictures you can use for 3d decopage, you print the picture I've made and cut it up and make decopage. I made a greeting card as an example and it's really looking nice! I'm very critical of the things I make, but this one is really nice looking. It's a celtic-ish woman with a gorgeous dress and jewlery. I put some sparkle on the gold and made a gold border around the picture, all in 3d. It looks good! Mother looked at it very closely and said "well that's... good..." If you don't like it at least humour me with a little more faked entusiasm please. Aren't mothers supposed to be supportive and support your ideas no matter how old you are and how pathetic your ideas? I told her it was just a trial to see if it works to make decopage out of my artwork. She said "well it'll keep you busy at least."

...What was that...?

I'm not having a peachy day today. I just want to lay down in bed and not get up for a month or two. Marco gave me a huge bouquet of flowers today but it didn't make me feel any better.

I showed my mom my art gallery yesterday. My art is like my babies. I don't want to hear bad things about them. If you don't like them, shut up! I don't need to know! I had made a naked photostudio shot, very tasteful, the only thing you see is a boob and a nipple. But she's naked. Porn, said my mom. PORN!? That fucking HURT! It's a really beautiful render. The one I had worked the hardest on she plain hated and didn't even want to look at it. She said "oh hell no that's horrendus" and flipped to the next one. Ok, that's just... Out of line.