Wednesday, November 16, 2011
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.