I recently commented to an artist who I very greatly admire (but who shall be nameless for this post) that her home must be full of the most exquisite examples of her work. Her response caught me completely off my guard – she admitted that she had many beautiful pieces in her home but none of her own making, that displaying her own work in her home like that would be “a bit narcissistic, wouldn’t it?”.
Oh my goodness? Would it? This sent me into a guilty, self conscious spiral, remembering the various embroideries and cross stitches I have displayed in my home … and those that have been gifted to friends and families, who then have no choice but to display them, at least if they know I’m visiting.
But you know what, sod that. I’m proud of my work. It’s pretty amazing really, I’m actually very clever and need to remember that more often (especially when agonising over pricing!). I think we all probably need to remember how clever we are and to be a bit more proud and vocal about our achievements. It’s a very British attitude, this self-deprecating modesty nonsense, and one that I believe is much magnified in the Welsh psyche. Maybe we need to take a leaf from out American counterparts, puff our chests out and sing our praises for the world to hear. Fa-la-la-laaaaa! (Those of us singing in Wales right now should, by all accounts, be singing the loveliest.)