In which I send my portfolio to an art gallery and then try not to throw up.

So my mother-in-law could charm the skin off of a snake. That's a compliment-I admire her people skills, especially since I'm more like Katniss (Hunger Games!) and the best I can hope for is that people don't actively dislike me. Which is a slight problem when it comes to marketing myself and my artwork-it's not … Continue reading In which I send my portfolio to an art gallery and then try not to throw up.