Everyone who knows me well knows that I don't always react to criticism the way I should. And let's be honest, I'm not the only artist who's struggled with that. While I'm in a good mood and not making every attempt in the world at self-deprecation, I try to handle it the Dan Shive way.
But after taking an emotional beating from what the scale would call a "Polite Expert" who didn't choose his words carefully enough, my muse decided to devolve into a blubbering pile of self-loathing and PMS rage. All she's been doing for the last month is writing nasty messages to my friends and riding up my grocery bill. (As if my Magic-playing friends who come over every Sunday don't eat enough of my cookies...) Not until yesterday did she finally start cooperating again so I can get started on my next big project. (Watch my journal if you want to find out what that is. ^^ Want a hint? Take a look around my gallery. I deleted something!)
So yeah. Visual metaphor FTW.
Enjoy!