Words have been my strength, the tool of choice. I spoke very early and I spoke well. The constant stream of questions drove my mother crazy, she used to say that mouth never closes.
In my Qual 1 class, when we had to write a reflexivity statement, I was comfortable with being frank and vulnerable. I even made it a point to contemplate whether I comfortable with vulnerability when Siying, Wenwei, and I worked on our trio-autoethnography proposal.
I do not feel the same when I draw or make art. I do not consider myself good at all. I fear harsh criticism, I do not feel comfortable being a vulnerable artist. I got over this problem as a graphic designer while I was in design school. I taught myself to verbalize and defend my choices based on clearly articulated criteria, but I cannot yet do the same with my drawings and sketches, especially in the context of research.