My mom is a wonderful sweet church-going Miss-Marple-esque missionary lady. And she will likely be the one to land me in jail.
Last week, on one of our catch up calls, I finally broke down and told her about my newly acquired hobby. Because, aside from the obvious, I’m usually pretty terrible at keeping secrets. Also, she’s out of the country so there isn’t too much she can do.
Mom (at start of call) – “You mean, you get permission and do murals on people’s walls?”
Me – “Nope, I just paint walls.”
Mom - “Oh dear! But…”
…By the end of the call…
Mom – “Keep up your graffiti art! But don’t get arrested.”
After looking at some of my work on my alternate instagram, she even sent me this e-mail:
“Wow, Babe! I love it, and the other ones you have on instagram as well! Keep up the good work, and I’ll start a small savings for bail money! ”
Which is pretty awesome and sweet of her.
Except she didn’t stop there.
I don’t post any of my work on my main facebook or instragram for obvious reasons, with exception to one piece, which, given the amount of exploring I do – most people would just assume I had found on one of my adventures.
…until she posted the comment – “So proud of my grown up girl!!!! (and ready to pay bail when she needs it)”
Which doesn’t only reveal my recent activities to all my 400+ friends (including work guys), but also, since it’s my cover picture, informs the whole of the internet that cares to look.
I quickly deleted the comment.
Minutes later I get a notification that she’s shared the picture on her Facebook with the header “My darling rebel artist.”
Now I totally appreciate the support and that my mom is absolutely crazy. It’s why I love her. But quite honestly, I’d rather not tap into that savings fund at all, a huge part of which involves keeping the link between my art and my identity wholly off the internet.
So far – complete fail.