About that little whimp that's crying her eyes out and shitting her pants out of mere terror...

Well, now I am telling you about the homepage. What I am trying to do right now is write something of an "about me" section for it. That's hard. Not too much to be said about me art-wise. I feel a bit stupid. I thought I go about it in a rather funny or ironic fashion. I'm not sure at all if that is appropriate but I just can't be all that serious about myself. It would not seem very true to me. So I'm trying to strike the right tone and I seem to fail miserably. That's hard people! It is too much like selling yourself, as if this was a jobinterview or something. I'm always bad at first impressions. On the other hand. I have a million tries here. I can go on and write and write and write more until it stops sounding antic. Whenever that will be. It is weird to sit down and think about yourself that much. Well I do it all the time, obviously. But not in a way that's worth writing down. And not about stuff like that. For instance: why am I doing what I'm doing and what I'm showing at this page. Since when I'm doing art. Should I really call it art? How DO I call it? Once again I'm all insecure and doubting. Here's the problem: I don't always think I'm good. Or my stuff: I do very often, but I don't take criticism very well. I break down and cry. Not literally. Well maybe. Sometimes. That's the reason why I usually don't even ask for critique. I keep my stuff to myself and to my friends who do like me and won't hurt me. Now I'm about to step into a tiny little ray of spotlight and I'm frightened to death. Not good. I wanna chicken out already. Well. I paid for the webspace. I might as well give it a try and make a fool out of myself. It's gonna be hard anyway to have anybody at all look at that thing. I'm not giving the address away before it is halfway decent...