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! 😑
There is nothing in this world more perfectly matched then skulls and vintage lace…
Mixed Media; Collage on wooden palette
Artists are elusive creatures. Her chaotic, crazy, impulsive brain is the birth place of many weird & wonderful ideas; the wholeprocess is a little bit magical really.
No one can quantify the creative brain. It remains a mystery to the other 98% inhabiting this planet, alongside those that create.
How would an artist go about explaining their process verbally? Are there words that adequately describe the electric tang of creation? How would one visually represent, symbolically represent the artist?Their process? The ‘Genesis’ of creation?
GENESIS’ work-in-progress (2018)
MIXED MEDIA: found-object sculptural installation.
Once the composition is finished, I’ll ensure everything is painted one of the many shades of pitch-black, effectively tying all the different aspects together.
Then I’ll buff, burnish and accent till my heart’s content (*hint: it’s never content…)
And using rhinestones to finish it off; adding a little twinkley-sparkle, and then, because I, well, always… will add just a touch more. Because I can’t help myself. And yes, I’m aware of what I am…
Final touches all applied…finally finished. Just need to seal and varnish. Super satisfying to get something completed in the midst of kiddy chaos!
Finishing work with children…
(unfinished, mixed media)
I am so tired, I literally fell asleep, with my head on the wall, mid-artwork; all in some vain attempt to fit art in…somewhere. Anywhere. Really, anything will do. Anything.
I, after a lot of wailing and gnashing of teeth, finally worked out the hanging logistics…so, just a couple more colour layers on the face and I will be finished!
Now I just have, like, a gagillion little butterflies to stick to the wall and ceiling…why.the.actual.FUCK.do.I.do.this.to.myself?!
Installation all, well…installed.