Comparing This Year And Last

For this year’s art storage, I bought a decorative box, per Tam’s suggestion, as she does every year for LifeBook (that I have been in it anyway)…
Well, ever since May, I’ve been thinking…I’m gonna need a bigger box…
I did not get a bigger box…I did get a second box the same size, in a different pattern.
My first box is covered with ornate decorations and a lovely peacock as the centerpiece. My second box is … covered with maps. I think these two topics mesh all too well for me right now, given the work I am doing and the intentions that I have.
Now, my first box is not yet completely full…I only put loose pages in this box.
It is very nice to be able to open the box whenever I start feeling I am not doing or accomplishing enough, not getting my to do list taken care of…I open the box and I see the stacks of images I have created in this year…very few may actually be related to LifeBook—or really any other class most of the time…but the stack does keep growing.
Last year, the first year I really created a large amount of work really—I kept (and still do) everything in various portfolios. Only the loose sheets, mind you. Whatever I created in a journal is, for the most part, still in a journal.

watermarked-myown heart

(This is a piece from LifeBook 2014)
This post is actually not about my art storage system…it’s about the art itself.
When I first moved back to this area, and in the year or so leading up to it, I was making some art, and getting deeper into my art journey. I had not yet discovered online art classes.
The work is at turns very child-like – and some of it is really awesome…I have an elephant I sketched that I adore to this day—I have the gator’s eyeball ATC that makes my heart sing yet…but given what I know now, many of the drawings I did back then make me just cringe…and most of those have silently met their doom in the worm bin…so at least they served a good purpose across the board.
Then I stopped making art due to a break-in to the house and a subsequent move…and a lot of other details after that that I have no desire to make public again…so I will let that lie…however, it took me a bit to relocate what little mojo I accepted that I had left…
And I have been building on that little bit ever since, slowly, so slowly, but getting there…
Last year…I took a lot of classes. I learned SO much. I did what the teacher’s showed me and told me to do, whether it felt good or right to me or not. When I look back at last year’s work—I really want to go back and redo quite a bit of it…and much of that revolves around…the backgrounds…I can accept the wonky faces, twisted lips, uneven eyes, uncooperative shading…it is the backgrounds, the noisy busy noisy chaotic backgrounds…it drives me crazy. When other people do it… I think it is beautiful and – so beautiful … I will leave that there…when I do it and I look at my focal image (usually a face) it seems out of place somehow…I love the more monochromatic or blended out (I always think more Waldorf-y scenic for some reason) … not that I do not really go to town on layered backgrounds now and then…I have a 12in by 12in piece of MDF board sitting here right now screaming OH YEAH LOOK AT THESE LAYERS HERE…lol…


(A recent journal page, inspired by Tamara Laporte)
I have to do things my way…and the way I layer most of the time these days is a conglomeration of what I have been taught by a plethora of teachers, along with my own aesthetics and my own preferences…and that is how things should be in my process … I am learning and growing and creating and finding my own style and my own voice.

watermarked-can i believe

( a recent sketch done while listening to some podcasts…)
Where are you in your journey? How are you sitting with that?