Spring has arrived and was time to (finally) make some artwork of my own. I had been thinking about what I wanted to do for months but just never seemed to carve out the time to just make it happen.
I did set some parameters- I wanted to use what I already had piling up in my studio (geez, there's plenty). Of course, I decided that AFTER I raided a junk shop and carried off a large haul full of dusty cigar boxes. I mean, really, what goes on in the mind of someone who would actually pay money for these things!? Well, I know... the possibilities are endless (and it's the possibilities that really rope me in)!
Since I am where I am in my life I did a self-portrait in colored pencil. I have a tendency to get really detail oriented and photo realistic so I try to break the spell by using collage, as well (and using some of the piles of pretty paper that I have accumulated over the years). Heck, it's just fun!
Inspired by an aunt who paints fabulous landscapes on masonite board, I did the same, painting a bush in my backyard in acrylic.
Using my sewing skills (limited as they may be) I played with the space within the box, hanging cut out butterflied on string. It's a bit like a mobile, I think.
Here it is, untitled as of yet. It's mainly about being the mother of little girls and navigating the crazy amounts of stuff they have (and toss on the floor during their elaborate games). I often find myself with pockets full of little playthings that I have rescued from odd places or wading through a small sea of bright colored plastic and fluffiness.
Conceived and and created in fragments of time and material. I can't wait to do the next one.
