Lately it seems that I have been taking a bit of a creativity break. Meaning, I needed a bit of time to do useless work for a bit. I've been very slowly chipping my way through Holly's drawing prompts, and it's been a rough slog. If you watch the vlogs, you'd know that I've entered an "ebb" of sorts. It feels more like burnout to me right now. I've painted much more this year than other years (I think), and the 2 art videos per week is feeling a bit much. The videos seem to be in a boring slump, even though I've started adding little discussion voiceovers to some of them. The problem is, I am so rushed during the work week, that I don't have enough of the topic to go on, forced to ad-lib whenever I get some free time alone. It's not my forté.
At the same time it feels like... you know when you play the Sims, and two characters have a bad conversation and then red "-" signs pop up to signify a disliking? I feel like all of my relationship interactions have been like that lately. I'm just really awkward these days? Hypersensitive? Late 90s teen me would have checked the status of my "biorhythms", ha ha ha.
Today begins a nice little stretch of time alone, but suddenly not entirely alone - I came home with another caterpillar rescue from work. This one seemed particularly bad, as he has traveled from california so he must have been terribly chilled. He was wriggling slightly to our touch, and I have an empty bug apartment since the last tenant moved out, so I'm giving him a shot.
This is a Corn Earworm, and he likes corn. So I guess I will have to buy some corn. It took him several hours to warm up, but he's gone right back into munching as if waking from a light nap. Such resilience!
This photo looks so old because of the painting I'm working on, yet the stuff surrounding it seems so recent that it's blowing my mind. What is time??? Anyway, however old this photo, this is a pretty accurate representation of my workspace as of late. I was so in love with the unfinished wood look, that I left it naked, and regretted it. When there's a colour spill, that colour really digs deep. I never had any luck scrubbing or sanding it out.
Some people see a desk with personality. I see a backdrop unworthy of artwork. It's very difficult to colour correct the photos and not have the the colour of the wood start blazing out at me. Splotchy, inky, discoloured wood. Blue is particularly forever.
People were using contact paper and I was inspired. I was very hesitant to go for the marble design. I delayed the purchase and I waffled even during the process itself. I cleared the desk, scrubbed it, dried it, and then finally wrapped it in some huge marble-coloured stickers.
At first, I thought it was tacky (in style)! I also hated the seam that had to go right through the middle, and noticeably so. I hated how shiny it was, because marble things aren't usually so glossy, are they?
A day or two in though, and I think it's fabulous. If I spill a bit of food, or dirty paint water, or spritz the metallic paints a bit too far, everything can be easily wiped down. The pattern is very nice, and looks so pretty! After a bit of quick testing, however, I have to warn about the alcohol inks. They seem to stain. At least, if I let them dry. So I will have to be careful with those. Everything else seems pretty safe!
I worried that having the bright background might darken my videos/photos but strangely it's been okay. Here's to hoping I can keep myself from ruining this one!
This is all so sudden and unexpected... just look at that little guy up there. Just how.
My coworker had found him in a head of red leaf lettuce, and we didn't want anything bad to happen to him, so I took him home with some of his favourite lettuce.
Only a few days passed before the cocooning, which also took me by surprise. I thought we would be caterpillar friends for a bit longer. He solidified and darkened so quickly, and I actually thought he was dead. It happens - when they look quite dark, it can be a sign that they died before they could transform.
But I was wrong.
I came home from work and was sweeping around my desk when I found my bug container had moved from my shelf, over to my desk and knocked onto its side. The little door was open. I was so confused, I thought "who on earth would drop my moth box, recklessly leave the poor thing on its side with the door wide open, and put this moth in here?"
This couldn't be OUR moth...
When did this happen? I apparently missed the whole dang thing! Sure enough, there was a tunnel out of the cocoon.
A light breeze picked up, and his antennae shot straight out. He wiggled his little fuzzy head tufts, and then shot a crap 3 feet into the air before fluttering off! :O
So now I guess Maggie has a curfew this summer. She loves to catch moths and bring them inside. We won't know if her next victim is gonna be OUR moth. Hopefully, the moth has learned to stay far away!
Hello! I'm Melissa, and here you'll find some behind-the-scenes footage of an artful life. Won't you join me?