Insecurities are sneaky little gremlins, aren’t they? One minute, I’m head over heels for a piece I just finished—full of passion, color, and energy—and the next, I’m wondering why everyone else is painting white pines and serene blue waters. Standing at an art event, watching shoppers gravitate toward calm, peaceful artwork for their walls, I start hearing those little whispers: What am I doing? Why am I doing this? This is crazy.