Is sensitivity your superpower?

What it means to be a Highly Sensitive Person & The Power of Regret

What were you labeled as when you were a child? I may have said this a million times, but I was told over and over again that I was sensitive and shy. And perhaps I was more so than other children. Who knows? Whenever I was upset or feeling something deeply, I was often told I was just sensitive. And that was the end of it.

Over the weekend, I got the pleasure of leaving the house. People I’ve Loved had a table at the SFARTBOOKFAIR and I had some work up with Eleanor Harwood. Surprise. I loved the whole thing. I am so tired as I write this, but it is a good tired. It is tired mixed with feeling excited for things to come. That we are a part of something. That we are not alone.

I forgot how inspiring it is to be around other people doing really exciting things. I wanted to share a few things that I felt you might like and also a term that I had heard before but never really thought much about: Highly Sensitive Person.

We were next to Floss Editions. I have been a super fan of Meg for years. They had a baby and got covid, but their work is always amazing.

I also always love Rite Editions. Robin funds artists to make things that are just slightly out of reach for their own practice. You get things that are conceptually exciting and projects that feel authentic to the practice of making for the joy of making.

I have to mention, Conveyor Studio. Christina and Jason make books that the world needs. Their books are the perfectly imperfect marriage of fine art, design, concept, and fabrication. There is a subtly to their work. I asked them how they sell the books to be able to make them, and this is what they said: “We just tell someone about the project. And then they buy the book.” And it is true. Once you hear the story, it is hard to not fall deeply in love.

While at the fair, someone told me that they were a Highly Sensitive Person (HSP). And even despite being a person who feels like they were told all of their lives that they were indeed sensitive (in the badly annoying “you are a burden” way) I had never come across this term.