I absolutely LOVE IKEA’S glass domes (BEGÅVNING)…although, I’m not entirely sure they envisioned them showcasing anything like this…
Knowing thyself…hmmm, if asked, how would you, truthfully (please remove your rose-tinted glasses 😎), describe yourself?
A description that would allow ‘others’ to know you; to really understand, what it means to be you?
No? I couldn’t either…because such knowledge is frustratingly elusive. This intrinsic awareness of oneself, exists just beyond our grasp.
And yet, knowing this, I embarked upon this maddening perusal, of trying to ‘know’ myself; scrutinising the darkest corners of my ID. All research, for my next artwork; the oh, so dreaded, self-portrait.
I have dropped this artwork, three bloody, motherf**king time. SERIOUSLY! It was smashed and broken beyond repair (well, almost). But, I was the little train that could; and I just kept going. Bot proud of my self for persevering, because it was a close one, let me tell you! 😑
Guess where I sourced the wax foe these casts? My son’s cheese wheels. Yes, you heard right; I melted down the wax that Babybel cheese comes in!
Annnnd…that’s why artists should NEVER throw out possible resources! 
There are particular products, mediums & tools that are an absolute necessity in the artist’s dance with creativity. They aren’t sexy, inspiring or even vaguely attractive (like that guy standing in the shadowed corner after you’ve consumed a full night’s worth of firewater).
I digress.. sooo, unsexy, BUT necessary art supplies; and I have to suffer their uninspiring presence every. damn. day.
Annnd so, I beautified them…because I couldn’t/can’t help myself!
I realise that there’s something wrong with me. It’s a compulsion, nay, an obsession; as I truly can’t help myself…mind you, as a pursuant of creativity, that’s not necessarily an erroneous pursuit.
[…] because there’s somrthing kind-of awesome about living & breathing the chaos and obsession of the everyday artist.
