ink on vintage Alice in Wonderland Page
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Like I said before, I am trying to put my house together, trying to pull together all the pieces of myself and my art and make it whole again.
It's remarkable how confusing and disorganized things can get. Or sometimes maybe we just need a break. Maybe we just need to step back and get some distance so that we can look at things and say "yes, this is what I want," or "no, this is not where I want to go."
So sometimes it helps to stop the go go going and be silent, to see what once was there, what is there now, and what you want to be there.
(flowers, pencil, miniature houses, toy leash, and vintage contact paper on the counter)
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This one is a case of looking and seeing what is already there.
I looked down at the corner of my craft cabinet counter, and saw this little still life, just sitting there. I gasped and grabbed my camera and started snapping away. It's where I'd tossed a few things that I was done with, the little houses from yesterday, the handful of garden flowers that my daughter gave me, whose stems were too short for a vase, the yellow pencil, and the broken purple toy leash that I told my daughter I'd fix.
It's interesting, because although it took me a few tries to frame it right, and I did remove extraneous items away from the composition, when I tried to "make it right", when I took away the junky purple toy leash, the composition went flat.
It was there. And I needed to pay attention to it, to see it for what it was, a snap shot of life, color, line and texture. Movement in stillness and discards. There's something about those bleeding heart flowers that seem to me to be always moving, even when they are just sitting there, wilting.
acrylic on paper, metal brads
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And then, sometimes, you have to work and think about something, plan it out and put it together.
I've been thinking about making a Flying Girl Paper Doll for a while, but never got around to it, because I knew it would be a bit of work and commitment. Sometimes life is like that. You take ideas from the past and finally sit down to work on them, make them into something, even if you're not sure that they really will work out.
Pen and watercolor on paper
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Here's a sketch I made, without real plans, just allowing it to come to be, although, again, I am pulling on past sketches and motifs. I don't think that everything is actually revealed, here, even though it's called reveal. Perhaps time will be the big reveal.
Repurposed velour, cotton knit, buttons, thread, polyfill
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And here's the stuffed bunny I started almost three years ago and never got around to finishing. It went three years without eyes or legs.
Even now, my daughter tells me that the legs are wrong and I need to make them smaller. I guess she's right, they don't really fit this bunny.
But she's kinda cute anyway.
Well, I continue to try to pull together my house, and my art and my writing. I'm working on my synopsis for my novel and my query letter... something that has needed to be done for quite some time.
Like I said, sometimes it takes a commitment to pull together all the disparate efforts, all the history and the knowledge and the ideas. And sometimes it takes a re-commitment, after a period of silence.
We shall see.
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