I was looking through photos online today, searching for some fly agaric pictures for a PDF I was creating and I found these.
So, I have butterflied around a lot of crafts. Immersed myself for a while then moved on. I often revisit, months and more often years later. This was a revisit to limo making miniature food for dolls houses. I still have it somewhere in the garage (and lots more) gathering dust. The tea pot was tiny, it was the size of my thumbnail wide I think. I made it for my eldest who loved it and the Doritos and various bits with it. He had a real thing for the small stuff at the time and his nan’s dolls house.
I can’t remember half the techniques I taught myself to make things realistic but I remember using soft pastels, foil and razor blades!
I seem to have settled the last year or two on drawing and painting, although I’m feeling the urge to make some felted hares again and play with my beads somehow but not feeling the urge to move away from drawing and painting. Not one bit. They have finally become part of my life and habit. I wonder if all the flitting was because I thought I was never going to be any good at art? At drawing and painting? It was what I was told at 11 by a teacher and that was the age I gave up ‘art’. I have this initial feeling of how unfair and wrong that was, and it was. You don’t say that to anyone-because it’s a crock of shit with no truth art is for everyone, everyone can draw and paint and art…..you have to start where you are and it is a journey but I really believe it’s about the process not the produce. But maybe if it hadn’t been said I wouldn’t have tried so many things with such intensity trying to find ‘it’. I don’t know but I do know I want to eat some raspberries and cake!
Comments