Again, for the absence. I've just not been gravitating towards the computer of late. In fact I'm having a fabulous, torrid affaid with pen and paper right now. As you do.
On art. The self-portrait (and first piece for the artisan series) is still...gak. That is my descriptive word of choice for this piece, gak. I think it may be salvageable but right now looking at it gives me...hmmm...*rabbit nose*...it gives me no sense of satisfaction. That's right. I ain't got no...nah nah naaaah...I ain't got no...
I may potter away with it.
It currently looks like this:
For TODAY, though, as I woke up with -oh-my-gosh-why-am-i-alive-what-am-i-doing-with-my-life guilt, I need to get a shuffle on with something that I can be proud of or something that will give me a sense of accomplishment. I know I NEED to finish my fairy tales series (I have too many unfinished pieces around the house) but I think I may draw up three small works for my oz/poppies series.
It will keep me away from the pre-pictured mess above and - providing they turn out well - will erase some of my why-am-i-alive guilt.
Did you follow that? I write this in the freezing cold, in sweat soaked clothes after a 10 mile run, with a pounding head. Heh.
So, that's my plan of attack for today.
I need to go prep the canvases.
I have more to say on how beautiful life is but maybe I'll leave that for later on.
But isn't it?
Isn't life beautiful, though?
*dashes off to find canvases and models, tripping on beauty as she goes*
(extra apologies, also, for todays incoherancies)