Excavating…

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This is not the spread I set out to create…in fact, under the pretty picture is the scribbled-in sketch that I had intended to paint…but didn’t…

I was called elsewhere…in my heart, in my head, far far away in another land…

What ended up happening was I dug through all my older faces that I had cut out for one reason or another and saved for a later date…

This face had to have been originally done in late 2013, maybe sometime early in 2014.  She was done in a hand-made book (not by me), on hand-made paper (you can see some of the rougher grasses poking through in the picture if you look carefully enough)…she was, if I remember correctly, a part of me re-doing the classes in Tamara Laporte’s free workshop Art, Heart and Healing –scroll down–it’s there under  free classes…

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Scanning does not always do my art justice…this is one of those pieces.

I took the page of my girl and glued her down using Elmer’s glue-all underneath.  I made sure she was down securely, as securely as I could.  I then applied a nice thin layer of clear gesso over her as she was originally.

Once she dried, I went in with colored pencils and added color, shades her, did her up as ‘right’ as I could…in her original state, when she went into that keep these faces box of mine, it wasn’t because I didn’t like her…it was because I did not like that book.  The rest of the spread (that second page) was broken down long ago and used as collage in a different piece, or three, now that I think of it…

As she was painted in already, there wasn’t a whole lot I could do…but believe it or not, without altering her face, just adding colors to shade, really changed her up a great deal.  For being a reclaimed project, I think she turned out very well.

I have at least, what, twenty faces, some just outlined sketches, others entirely painted, that are sitting in that box of kept faces.  My goal for this year is to rescue each and every one of them from that box and to give them their own space, be it their own art journal spread, or their own page, or their own canvas.  She is but the first step.

Her sentiment on the facing page: excavation does not mean dwelling in the past.

I was even thinking about her when I wrote that…I trusted my intuition and that is what came out.  She is from my past and she has been resurrected.  For her, there will be no dwelling, say, in her distinct lack of a chin…and that’s all right.

We won’t dwell on her languishing away for so long in that box, feeling abandoned and neglected, unloved and unwanted, forgotten.  Because that is the real point–her past no longer matters.  It’s over.  It’s gone.  Yes, she remembers it; it is her past–but her past is not her present nor is it her future.  There is no sense and no use whining and crying about having spent so much time forgotten in a box when there is so much life to live right this minute…that is the point of her message…and it is her message.

Yes, things happened, but that doesn’t mean you are forever trapped in that past.  Yes, bad things happened, but you are in a different place, a better place.  Don’t ever forget that.  You and only you can choose to let go of that past and embrace your present and live every breath you take to the fullest.

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