I repainted one of my clay pieces. I’m not sure if I like it… I sort of miss the pink color scheme, although it was so sloppy I couldn’t leave it that way. My art always has an element of slop to it, but it’s all about balance (something I struggle with). I also painted something but I basically hate it so here’s a really shitty picture taken from the couch while I pouted.
I actually had more greens and yellows in this painting, but it looked a little…cartoony?? I don’t know. But now the lady looks too monochromatic and the background is so BORING I could die.
Thoughts? (Ooh, I’m getting ballsy asking for feedback!!! O_O)
My art has taken a weird turn. And writing anything but smut with my husband is a challenge. I don’t know if I am just in a funk, or if this is your art on drugs* kids… But I keep having visions of clay pieces in frames with this’s and thats. But when it comes time to actually paint said pieces I fat finger it and end up with…slop. So that’s a problem.
*The kind that are legally prescribed to me by my doctor for bipolar. Settle down.
And here is another clay experiment.
This is sort of the holy grail for me right now because it’s something I had fun doing, didn’t take a whole lot of time, and could potentially make me money. This is fused onto the cover of an old book from the garage (thanks, baby). But the plan is to do this type of thing in more detail and cleaned up on journal covers. A fairy is probably not going to be featured again as that was the more disappointing aspect of this piece for me. I’ll stick to simpler shapes next time.
I’ve been into this clay stuff. It’s a little trickier to work with than I initially thought, but then again I assume that I should be good at everything immediately. This is far from perfect, but it was fun and I might be able to sell something like this and make a million dollars. Score!
So I’ve been working on this for a while. There are a lot of components here… The weird little gremlins who live in the cage — they are Anxiety and Depression. I made a girly, flowery bed to put them in when I’m done with them, but as with all things when it comes to me, it can’t be contained. I wish it looked as cool in pictures as it does in person, but maybe that’s part of the beauty of it.
I was super duper productive. The only creative endeavor I didn’t undertake was writing, which I guess I’m doing now, so yeah. But I do have a novel idea! One that doesn’t seem like hypomanic psychobabble, so yay me!
Okay, first of all I decorated Christmas cookies for the first time in a friend’s class. I love them so much — even the ones that suck! I was able to get out of my head and risk being imperfect, and I wasn’t socially awkward for once. Major successes! Plus, COOKIES. Come on!
I also started on my Christmas presents to everyone — these cute little Pinterest faceless elves made of polymer clay.
I shall paint them and name them Squishy and they shall be my Squishy. I was super stressed about an affordable, unique and homemade gift for the million people I know…and then these little dudes came along! Happy days.
I also did a weird doodle. Several, but this is the one that made the cut.
If you can’t tell, I like to either keep busy or sleep. There is almost no in between. But I am a person who can keep busy wondering about whether or not there’s a secret world in deep ocean water. Or maybe it leads to deep space, like a wormhole. Or heaven, since we are all made mostly of water and that seems to make some kind of spiritual sense.
Yeah, you see?
I really have no idea what to say. I don’t know if it’s the medication or just part of the human experience, but all my wit and wonder has dried up. Or maybe now that I am “normal,” I realize it was the mania driving my creativity.
I mean, I’m being dramatic. I’m writing right now and if you ask my husband I’m always writing. But now something feels off. Foreign. Like a new freckle — no, too innocuous — like waking up without an arm.
This strange new world has also affected my art. I can’t think of any paintings lately. Others may tell me to sit down, free style paint and be okay with whatever comes out — but they don’t understand that when Coleymojo sits down to paint she starts with a dain`ty water color type thing and ends up wrist deep finger painting with all sides of the color wheel in on the action.
Anyway, what I HAVE done is a creepy, useless sculpture.
And I love her! I almost want to do nothing else with her but have her beside my bed and call her my muse. I like holding onto her, feeling the smooth spots interrupted by a rough patch… I remember when I built her bones of wire, and how my fingers hurt trying to shape it. At one point her leg fell off. And then I was SO excited to put the clay on — I thought that would be the easy part but I spent days twisting and turning her, pushing fat around, until I looked at her one day and said, “I know we’re not done, but we’re done.”
And then I stuck her in the oven and tried not to cry. Would she survive? But this girl is a badass. Unfortunately for her the saying goes, out of the oven and into the frier…which in this case was my drunken ass dripping paint all over her with exactly zero plans.
(And I guess I was being dramatic about the painting too, because I did this at a class.)