The feeling of exposing my art to other creatives is what I imagine posing naked for a still life drawing class would be - a tingle that starts out intense and highly exhilarating and then leaves you with throbs of vulnerability.
It is phenomenal to be appreciated by a hardworking crafty community whose own work is admirably fantastical... a collective of such creative and original individuals who stake their hearts and invest their souls into what they do.
Then on the other hand, it is nerve-wracking to put yourself out there, ware to ware, on a platter for the critics to pick at and in the limelight for all to see - even the pilfering eyes of a tiny minority, rubbing their hands together in the shadows.
The support of all those I have met through friends, markets and facebook has been humbling and the positive feedback from customers renews my energy to paint into the wee twilight hours devoted to my art and forging new wonderings.
I find I am compelled to tend my craft, when I encounter special moments such as the surprise and delight on a young child's face when they recognise their very own name within one of my designs and then go on to play the game of discovering how many classmate's names are captured in my collection of images to date.
I am also motivated by the colouful collection of ideas exhibited by my crafty peers - bursting with sweet imagination, an array of trinkets and garments constructed with care and embellished with a philosophy that shouts "Love what you do!" I feel blessed to be able to share in this... and excited by the prospects that may ahead beyond the horizon.