'You cannot measure my artistic success by the amount of money I have earned. It is not that simple' I explain to the woman proclaiming to be my mother. 'I am not a plumber'
The woman proclaiming to be my mother eventually agrees, and promises never to doubt me again.
The role of mothers is to doubt, didn't you know? Doubt, fret, worry, say things like "she/he is so erratic" behind her child's back.
Posted by: guyana-gyal | April 03, 2006 at 09:26 PM
I absolutely love this blog. Shall link soon.
Posted by: 123-i-love-you | April 03, 2006 at 10:22 PM
Never fear...you shall make lots of money from your art when you are dead. Well...at least that's the way I feel sometimes.
My mother does the same thing Andre. She keeps telling me to get a 'regular' job. Hahaha...mothers, what would we do without them?
Posted by: Darcy | April 04, 2006 at 12:59 AM
guyana-gyal: the role of a mother is to decide what her 39 year old son should wear when going to family get-togethers
Posted by: andre | April 04, 2006 at 04:21 AM
Maybe she is not devaluing what you do or doubting you.... she just may see that you are not perhaps as happy as you could be. Mothers as only Mothers can -> DO want the best for their children. She probably thinks that maybe trying something different may be just what you need ..... and that in itself does not mean disolving your creativity .... far from it ....
I am not saying to do what she says ...but I personally think your Mother would only have your best interest in mind.
Remember the funny thing is .... we never see ourselves as others see us ..... you got to trust someone, believe someone, get reality checks from someone .....
Just a thought ......
Posted by: Virg | April 04, 2006 at 07:36 AM
Virg it is no good being all deep and meaningful and deadly serious about it - I have decided to shoot her [or me] with my well sprung pellet gun ... one of us just has to go.
Posted by: andre | April 04, 2006 at 07:50 AM
Hmmmmm.....
Posted by: Darcy | April 04, 2006 at 08:10 AM
Oh don't shoot her! she may say/do the wrong things but she loves you and cares deeply about you, otherwise she'd not give a toss what you do. (or wear)
well, OK use soft pellets then.
Posted by: Robin | April 04, 2006 at 11:27 AM
Forget her being worried about you. YOU should be worrying about HER. She doesn't look like she's in that good shape, at least from the piccy.
Posted by: hobbes | April 04, 2006 at 01:00 PM
Why don't you take her paintballing?
Posted by: Jezebel | April 04, 2006 at 02:22 PM
Jezebel that is the bestest plan ever
Posted by: andre | April 04, 2006 at 03:42 PM
Brilliant. Brilliant all. Could so easily be shit. Is not. I salute your words. Long time reader, felt compelled to comment now for entirely selfish reasons. Oh, and do you know where Fluffy has gone?
Posted by: Tired Dad | April 04, 2006 at 05:59 PM
'Could so easily still, end up being shit'
I am sorry to say, but I shot Fluffy with my pellet gun. I didn't want to - but the voices made me do it.
and I think I've sorted my blog panic attacks out - short posts with doodles ... and every now and then a more personal post.
Posted by: andre | April 04, 2006 at 06:09 PM
I always regretted not having studied plumbing. Had I done so, I would now have a villa in the sun, all the Apples I can kick, a toyboy and so forth. Instead I insisted on being a dedicated starving artist. I could have done both - I mean been a dedicated artist and done plumbing on the side. Plumbing part time is a perfect fall-back job for a true artist. What's more, trying to stop a major leak in the pipes is great for taking one's mind off one's inner self. Mother is right, Andre.
Posted by: Natalie | April 05, 2006 at 05:25 PM
Yes Natalie - my mother is always right
Posted by: andre | April 05, 2006 at 05:27 PM