i probably shouldn't admit this, but i hesitated to reopen the etsy shop. to be perfectly honest, i'm feeling a little taxed. as i try to promote my work (something i find to be especially challenging because i've never felt comfortable or confident doing that sort of thing), i've come to realize the weight of the internet and its seemingly infinite venues. from twitter to blogs to facebook to flickr to sites like behance, it's no wonder that people have full-time careers...on the internet. oh, the internet–a place that doesn't even really exist, that's not physically tangible in any way unless you count your computer monitor. whoa. how can so much life exist within a place that isn't real? it's both nauseating (after too many red-eyed hours) and exhilarating. the best and worst.
where does that leave me? i'm still figuring that out. i just don't want to spend more time promoting myself and devouring my google reader than i do making work. because making work is the thing that really makes me happy, and everything else comes second.
that said, i feel like etsy is almost a necessary evil. well, not etsy exactly, but a shop. i'd rather have a nice little shop tucked away in some corner with a tiled facade where you could come and visit me and we could talk over tea and biscuits (i really love to do that), rather than floating in the webs of the web, but alas. maybe one day.
it's been a long weekend. is it obvious? over and out.