Yesterday was a total write-off; I bravely marched off to a dentist appointment (read: dragged) only to sob like a child throughout the entire process in front of everyone during what was just a routine cleaning. Dental-related childhood trauma aside, I think I'm turning into a big whiny baby. This is the only logical explanation.
Afterward I was just too exhausted to do any of the other things I wanted to do (finish painting, label prints, ATCs) and ended up spending the entire rest of the day on the couch. Even Minecraft was too complicated yesterday.
We did watch Fear Dot Com out of curiosity, and it truly was terrible in every way possible. If it wasn't for the torture scenes you'd think the characters were just cardboard cutouts.
Anyway:
Dreamcatchers. They've been getting attention lately. Listening to people talk about how tacky they are as a decor item makes me cringe slightly. But then again, maybe a crucifix hanging on the wall would be considered tacky, too?
I originally had a different plan for how this painting would turn out. I expected some lines, a window setting, maybe a glimpse of the outdoor scenery. But this is much better. I like how the "night" oozes in. I like how the feathers are surrounded by a different "energy", as if the nightmares are trapped inside waiting for the burning sunrise.
Available in my etsy shop.
Where is my burning sunrise?
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
New Journals
I assembled three journals last night (!). The reason I am actually doing this (apart from fun) is so that I will have something more to sell at Crafty Affaire than just art and prints of art. I mean, these are art; they are each one of a kind and handmade. But they are functional art!
Revery Journal:
Today Journal:
Golden Birds Journal:
These books will available at Crafty Affaire in White Rock this december, but if shipping is no issue to anyone, I have a journal listing on etsy. Just tell me which specific journal you want (here is a list of the others).
With the sudden appearance of Fall comes eternal darkness. I can't believe it's another six months of taking drab photos by light bulb.
This is probably going to be it for journals until one of them finds a loving home <3
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Journal Flip - Believe
The "Believe" journal is full, so I made a quick journal flip video for it.
It's very scary putting things on the internet. I mean, I'm not afraid of anything being pushed around or taken or whatever, because that is a silly thing to worry about. It's more of an extension of that "fear of rejection" thing.
Which is really just another silly thing to worry about.
I need to learn how to make videos. I chose this song because... doesn't it sound kind of like mariokart64???? I swear it's like a classier Koopa Troopa Beach. Love that.
Every time I finish a journal, I feel anxious.
Not just because now I have to work with something new and unspoiled, full of blank pages that might not achieve their full potential, but also because it's another "thing" floating around the house.
I look at my old written journals and how each one contains a few years worth of memories. With art journaling, a book seems to contain no more than a few months worth. So I hyperventilate when I think about the sheer volume of books I'm going to be dragging around as I age.
SO MUCH STUFF.
But for all I know someday maybe I'll be famous or something and then I could just sell them. Or they'll turn into dust before I do. Either way is fine with me.
It's very scary putting things on the internet. I mean, I'm not afraid of anything being pushed around or taken or whatever, because that is a silly thing to worry about. It's more of an extension of that "fear of rejection" thing.
Which is really just another silly thing to worry about.
I need to learn how to make videos. I chose this song because... doesn't it sound kind of like mariokart64???? I swear it's like a classier Koopa Troopa Beach. Love that.
Every time I finish a journal, I feel anxious.
Not just because now I have to work with something new and unspoiled, full of blank pages that might not achieve their full potential, but also because it's another "thing" floating around the house.
I look at my old written journals and how each one contains a few years worth of memories. With art journaling, a book seems to contain no more than a few months worth. So I hyperventilate when I think about the sheer volume of books I'm going to be dragging around as I age.
SO MUCH STUFF.
But for all I know someday maybe I'll be famous or something and then I could just sell them. Or they'll turn into dust before I do. Either way is fine with me.
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