So, Rob's family is visiting.
It's been a pleasant enough weekend although they decided to play the art critic.
They don't know a lot about art but they know what they don't like. And what they don't like, apparently, is my paintings.
Rob's grandmother saw a self portrait I did recently in charcoal and conte crayon. She said "that's awful! You should rip it to shreds!" Then, they proceeded to critique all my paintings. One of them, Rob's mother accusingly referred to as "impressionist" (although it's nowhere close to impressionist but I guess she thinks anything that deliberately strays from realism is "impressionist".) Although they did like one of my paintings. My least favorite, but at least they liked it. They insisted the woman in the picture was me (even though I explained she was a character from my comic book.) and kept saying "you should get your hair done like that again."
Oh well.
On the bright side, we ate an amazing dinner and Rob's mom cut off all my hair.
It was something I had been contemplating for a long time but hadn't had the nerve to do. But I decided my long, thick hair was too much of a hassle. It was at the point where my hair was two different colors because I simply couldn't bring myself to go through the immense labor of dyeing all of it black again. So now it's a chin length bob. I'm going to dye it tomorrow.
And on that note, I'm off to breakfast. I have entertaining to do, art to be criticised, that sort of thing...