Ah, how trite. A girl of the 1990′s that was completely devestated by the loss of Kurt Cobain. Cry me a river.
Nawl. I cried 26,000 rivers in 1994, when my friend Molly told me over the telephone what had happened.
In every way he could’ve, he inspired me. To be myself, to see what the human body does as art intstead of ew gross yuck, to make collages out of random stuff. I dress the way I dress now because of Kurt Cobain. I started in 1993 and as I get older I think, hey, maybe it’s time to starts shopping at Talbot’s or a mature lady store. Nawl.
So this a cabinet door from Habitat for Humanity. Scuse me for tooting my own horn, but I thought my idea was rather clever, as I will drill it so if you feel dumb that particular day, hang it that way. If you feel happy, flip it upside down and hang it like that. Whamshanks. Boom. And whatnot.
It’s been almost 8 months since I ran. I recently found out that I have spent $4,000 keeping my son thus far, and there is, at this point, no permanent custody arrangement. My anxiety is at it’s zenith, as I feel completely out of control in my entire existence, and the art I work on comes and goes. I have started and stopped a lot of projects, so many now that I have a bin where before I only had a drawer.
There’s that update, on to the actual art.
I’ve done some pretty cool stuff lately. Maybe. At least me and up to sometimes two other people think so.
Yeah yeah, i’m not a professional photographer. I do what I can with this iphone3.5s 20000, so whatever.
I’m going to TRY MY BEST to get back to a normal life at some point. Until then, I shall boom my head in so you know i’m alive.
The above is a quote. I’ve heard her name 72 times, and I know that she’s the biggest and the meanest of all the Whites. I believe I am watching, for the 4th-idh time tonight, The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia.
I love it, number A.
I’m too lazy to change the tee vee number B.
Being both over and underwhelmed is difficult.
For the lovely Tomris and JJ…
And that’s that.
AND BETTER THAN EVER!!
What have I been making? Oh, too damn much to post right now.
Number A: Secret project, but most awesome thing since mermaid.
Number B: john frusciante mosaic/collage made from those paint sample things from Lowes/Home Depot. Pictures to come.
Number C: Redo-Vintage metal naked lady bottle opener, ditto on pictures.
Number D: Button initial thingy for nursery
Number E: Wedding gift-creepy tree inspiration photo but with the couples names intertwined in branches.
Number F: Personal Project-Mural of movie 300 being painted by Bob Ross with the screamy guys face on it. This is for my own self, bases on a meme.
Number G: Shadowbox of the Tapdancing Outlaw cover..or whatever it is..I gotta look on my phone. Jesco White original PBS cover.
This is a quick update, I will do photos and my usual babbling soon!!!
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!!