When My Art Revealed Too Much About Me

I created a piece of art that was supposed to be abstract and cryptic, but ended up being so personal everyone could read my journal through it. I tried to hide the sketchbook where I wrote all my thoughts, hoping nobody would connect the dots. The irony is, as an artist who likes to keep things ambiguous, people saw exactly what I was hiding. So now when I look at that painting, all I see are embarrassing diary entries in bright, bold colors. Oh well, it’s just another day of art school for me.