I’m still alive, yet finding it incredibly difficult to block my time as I used to.
I used to spend 1/2 hour or so updating everything. This was before work, and not a scheduling thing I can do right now.
But what I am going to do is dump the random items I am working in for my RAWards RAWards in Raleigh as for some reason, I made top 3 in for NC.
So here come full on projects, and prob some memes, which if stopped tomorrow, I would die of the sads
The Killer Moustache. To date, the 2nd best thing I ever did.
Sold it before I got a good photo of it. Dammit!!!!
**of note, I had 3 really awesome bubble frames that were confiscated. Unfortunately, these have to be made with bubble frames, so eff you person for confiscating my frames. *
I think that’s pretty much all old stuff.
So I’m having personal issues.
What in having a difficult time with right now is not losing my artistic identity.
I made the top 5 in the Raleigh RAWartists art category, of which there were many talented people in. If I make it to top 3 (judges pick) that would be..amazing. And quite a pick me up.
Sooo in order to be able to accurately produce art, but also creatively outlet this pain I have to deal with daily, the pain of knowing your entire 5 year relationship was not only a blatant lie, but also knowing that the man you married is the embodiment of pure evil, I am going to take some photographs that used to mean a lot to me, and make some word art.
I had some time today to go thru these photos and see what I didn’t want to see before.
Joy! Bliss! Happiness!
I’ve got a lot if ideas swirling in my brain and am excited about the possibilities.
I’ve gotta heal, and it gets harder the more I hear of infidelity, abuse of others, and things I am too shocked to even speak out loud, let alone write.
Here’s an art I made, symbolically expressing how it feels when you hand someone your heart, and then they rip it out of your chest! Yay!
Got this guy at a yard sale..the top left
I have taken that skeleton and turned him into individual bones.
Then, since someone had the audacity to say some silliness about how I had no heart, I like any true art-teest, turned my vomiting inducing crying into an art. Well, not that night, but I took a blurry photo so i’d remember what I was trying to do
Oops. The photo was so terrible I deleted it, but not before putting it on me Instagram.
I took these bones and crazy glued them so they wouldn’t fall apart, primed them, and reprinted in a bone like fashion.
You’ll have to imagine this part, as B has a new bedtime and no sound machine so my phone is usually off limits after 8.
So here’s the rest:
Made a tiny heart out if leftover fabric from the heartbreaker in questions blackbeard coat. Copied directly out of the greys anatomy book. Macraméd all the arteries and vessels and whatnot
I used my most favorite frame as it was my most heartfelt art to date.
So now I am a real artist! I have the pain!!
I love fall, but I really hate the time between. My body goes thru some ouch changes arthritis and allergy wise, and it makes me feel like blerg.
As if I need more blerg.
Donation request at my legal fund for a Wat lady pumpkin.
I’m not finished yet. Almost, but not quite.
I’ve gotta go back in and dremel some more. Those unpin carving kits are not only an insult to pumpkins that are real but also fake ones.
“God made the world for the delight of human beings– if we could see His goodness everywhere, His concern for us, His awareness of our needs: the phone call we’ve waited for, the ride we are offered, the letter in the mail, just the little things He does for us throughout the day. As we remember and notice His love for us, we just begin to fall in love with Him because He is so busy with us — you just can’t resist Him. I believe there’s no such thing as luck in life, it’s God’s love, it’s His.”
After an arguably interesting day trying to get a large dry erase board home for B, he has since decided he is a human canvas.
And he says, “See? Dey wash-a-ble. It say here.”
Kids are sponges, I know this, but it’s still this really cool trick when they actually listen and repeat what you tell them.
Anyway, last night I did several things.
1. Ignore absurd court documents.
2. Try to understand why Walmart gives me fibromyalgia like symptoms (came to the conclusion it’s due to the overstimulation of all 5 senses)
3. Spend $86 at said Walmart, tried to figure out how, then left all stuff that isn’t cold in the floor to be dealt with today.
4. Answered an email from gofundme.com, as someone had complained that my information was falsified.
5. Made some art!
This one I had laid out at right after Christmas. Oops. Took me a little while to get on paper.
My host family understands my need to make art, both on a creative and therapeutic level, so they have provided me with space to scatter my junk and supplies to work with. I had some stuff, but not all.
This is the layout from late December:
While drying last night
I didn’t have modpodge, so their daughter let me use her blue glue, which I think actually added to the eeriness of the idea.
I love it.
Next, I’ve been working on this dog for a bit. I had been so excited to get an actual idea immediately, I skipped necessary preparation and forgot to sand off the incredible amount of glaze, so I had it almost finished and then had to wash it all off and start over.
I’m going to do a detailed explanation of that one soon, but now I must shower.
Everything I own or made is for sale.
Although I thought my life drama was over, it is not. And it had escalated to the point of ridiculousness.
I will be posting more photos ASAP.
If you want any of the items (I'm going to try and remember to measure them or whatever, number them..I dunno), email me at email@example.com.