Detail.
New sculpture. Wire and crocheted thread.
Watercolor and oil pastels.
Watercolor and oil pastels.
Flower sketches from my photos I got back
Charcoal and watercolor, some stuff I’ve been doing lately. This is my favorite!
Charcoal and watercolor.
Charcoal and watercolor.
Luverne, late 90s-ish.
Lately in my artwork I’ve been exploring memories and how they are perceived. Obviously I’m working with my own memories.
I was thinking back to when we first moved to willows and the first thing I noticed about the town was the vegetation! It’s very silly I know but those tall bush trees (?) really freaked me out! They were just too tall and weird and way out there man. Seriously why would you want this in your yard!? Anyways I always called them the scary trees so I made one extra scary! It’s scaring the poor palm trees in the background (I was surprised to see them when we drove into town too!)
Yay work in progress!
It is peculiar to not have a job. I am so drawn to all the pleasing sides of self employment, but the business side frightens me. I really don’t know why. I guess I could be a good business person if I got off my ass and did something. What I really need is a good long day of painting. I really miss painting! It’s been even longer since I’ve painted! I’ve been promised some old doors to paint on, so I’m looking forward to that.
I am so fickle! I’ve been so spoiled with good jobs that it makes me angry at the prospect of having a shitty job just to pay the bills. Yet that hurts me and my guy especially because he’s the only one making money. I got pulled into the idealistic and romanticized dream world of living off your art, and find myself believing, or wishing rather, that I could just paint all the live long day and nothing else… oh and get paid for it. Obviously this will not occur in this manner. But I really don’t think I give the work I need to do enough credit. I mean, I just worked out tonight (p90x) for the first time in a very long time and it sucked in the way that my muscles hurt now. Yet it was also good because I know it will benefit me in the long run. Suffering in a short lived and awkward way (much like my working out…) by schmoozing with business owners and promoting myself like a big narcissist will definitely benefit my art in the long run. It’s a difficult journey that I’ve been reluctant to start. I know I’m right on the edge of it now and if I don’t start while I’m all ready I never will.
At long last, I must grow a backbone and some balls. There’s an image for you.
G’night!
-AR
