The chickadees are out for the day! Holy carp, I kinda wish I was out for the week because I feel like I've been hit by a truck. I haven't been sick in YEARS so I can't even remember what's going to happen to me in the coming days. Worst First Day Everrrrr.
"Parole" is available in the shop!
There's a little bit of narcissus in all of us (some more than others, I'm sure). As a city dweller, I'm sure we've got this reputation of being such isolated individuals - tucked away in individual bubbles, never getting to know our neighbours, yet weirdly concerned about how we appear to others. Maybe that's why we like cats so much, they are just as weird as we are.
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The other day, something massive at my workplace broke down without anyone noticing... but the missing mechanical rumbling was really difficult to miss. It was a silence I could hear, a violent rage. It was the forest suddenly growing quiet as a predator drew near. This must be how my cat feels when we turn off our electronic devices and head to bed. Paranoid. Unsettled.
As usual, this hoop "Eerie Silence" is available here.
Some days I actually don't have any ideas or I don't want to revisit something again (every day seems to melt into another). A little meditation probably helps, but when you've got such a strict schedule, why can't meditation be the thing? I really wasn't sure about this one until applying the 3d fabric paint at the end, making it all pop just right.
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Here's to the texture-lovers out there! Eeeeee. Digging through piles and piles of scraps, peeling them away to reveal shiny gold underneath. If you're lucky. Sometimes, you end up digging through piles of junk for the purposes of finding more junk. This one has the shiny golden ink hiding away, though, promise!
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Chickadees are hard at work again, stacking precarious piles of boxes, on equally precarious threaded ladders :O
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I lost a little of the magic that was going on around the painted gears after applying the protective gel medium over them, but I'm pretty delighted about the sketchy quality of that chickadee.
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I am privileged to be in a comfortable sort of captivity - spending days in a windowless room alone, but unable to make a living doing my own work. Both types of work are consumed, but only one gets paid in cash. The other gets paid in spirit. The thing is, life costs so much more spirit than it does money. Maybe if we, as individuals, felt more valuable even in our meaningless work (rather than just tossed a few token dollars our way), the demand for spirit wouldn't be so damn high, and maybe I wouldn't have to assign a dollar amount to my artistic validity. Maybe I wouldn't be hand-slicing tomatoes for an hour wishing I could be even this valuable as an artist. I get $11/hour to cut tomatoes. I made 200+ videos for youtube for $1.50/month in theoretical unpaid dollars. Youtube is kind of a lottery.
So I stick to cutting tomatoes, like everyone else. It's captivity, but of the nicest sort. At least somebody will come around to change the newspapers every once in a while. Keep swimming, friends.
I'll spare us the links for today.
If you like green and gold, this is the video for you. When rain and strong currents are setting you back, just keep swimming. It can't rain all the time. I wonder how many relevant movie quotes I could cram into this post?
"Keep Swimming" is available here.
I think I was having a bit of a cruddy day... I've been painting hoops for more than a week and was losing sight of what exactly I was getting from it. I guess it's just a "meh" day to go with all the other "meh" days one can have from time to time.
This hoop is available here.
Hello! I'm Melissa, and here you'll find some behind-the-scenes footage of an artful life. Won't you join me?