Itchy Fingers

I have painted my fingers off this last year.
 My first love.
I am surrounded by my stuff as I paint.
 Walls of stuff.
Years of collections. Stuff I could not resist.
It's been calling my name.

I rearranged the studio into different work stations.
A jewelry area
a collage area
a salvage junk work space.

It's so cool.
And just as messy as before.
Why can't I create and clean up at the same time?

I am now a more diverse artist.

I move among the stations and voila - different art appears.
I  make jewelry.
Funky upcycled photo/recipe card holders.
And magical little villages from scraps and crumbs of
other eras and lives.

Working in different mediums gets me very energized
in a creative way.
Can't resist going back into the studio at night to look at everything.
It's a good feeling.

Pretty Is As Pretty Does

I decided to take my words to paper. Out of the pictures. Just the words.

Plus I love playing with calligraphy and alphabets and making up my own fonts.

This observation began with my granddaughters. I have three beautiful and talented ones.

No bias here....

There is so much noise in the media today - even media that 6 year olds are exposed to - that screams how important "pretty" is.

I hope that they learn that their value is in who they are, not how they look.

I sold many of these at the Country Living Fair.

My favorite buyer was a nice grandfather who was buying it for his 12 year old granddaughter.

He was concerned that she was already too focused on clothes and appearance.

I hope it helps. It can't hurt, right?

When I finished the drawing, I noticed that the final art was sitting on the sketchbook that generated the original idea.

From start to finish.

Cool.