Woo! This week is a whirlwind. So far, I’ve cleaned, jammed with my boss, read, chilled, planned and sanded. I’ve also been to the gym with renewed vim and vigor. Phew!
Here’s that table I was telling you about…brace yourself…
Isn’t she a doll?! I’ve got more sanding to do, though. There are SO many tiny, delicate spaces. And I wanna get the top ultra soft for maximum touchability.
I’m in the middle of a great many projects, so, you know, happy as a clam.
How’s things with you, boo? What’s the scoop, milkshake?
I’m painting a piece on a bright blonde sheet of plywood. It’s one of those paintings that is able to jump out at me and be captured versus me imposing an image. Something natural. So far the strokes are in straightish lines on a gradient scale of blue. The darkest lines meet as oceanic parenthesis and there emerges a toothless skull with hand bones cupped around the ears: a skeleton howling.
Paintings in progress are to be within easy eyesight at my house so that I’m always working on it–if only a little bit. Out of sight, out of mind and whatnot.
So, everyday I see this image in the painting waiting to be brought into the shadows with rich color. I sit down to do my homework, Skeleton’s howling. I come back from doing the dishes, Skeleton’s hallowed eyes are a’lurking. Not quite haunted, but almost.
What I’m saying is, I really want to be painting. And writing. And singing. And planting seeds. And doing push ups. But I don’t have that kind of time these days. Essay after solo after scale degree after essay, this semester had been making an impression upon the crook in my neck. I was stressing. Of course stressing out about things doesn’t make anything better. Of course that really only inhibits your ability. Happy brains work better. Obviously, of course. Because, duh. And I knew that. But I was doing it somehow anyway. Letting myself down and beating myself up. Yeah, fuck that.
Getting over a little cough, too.
Yesterday I had a major piano click moment. Sploosh! Somehow there’s a new level of comfort in my fingers and they are keen to play. And I realized, too, that I’ve officially gotten my money’s worth out of my music classes so far. The question that I had when I began college has been answered and that’s badass considering the challenges so far. And it’s mind-bottling to consider I’m only two semesters deep. Yipes!
That said, I’m having a lovely time. People have a way of brightening the world.
Ack! I begin college in less than a month and have challenged myself to complete all these back-burner projects that’ve been plaguing me this past year. Today is lace plates with the amazing Jeri Mack! Jeri is an expert in all things sweet and stylish. She decorates cakes, fashions jewelry, takes breathtaking photographs (so good you don’t wanna call them pictures), and she’s a first-class hugger. Did I mention she’s gorgeous? She’s gorgeous. (Don’t get too excited. She’s married to Super Plaid’s beat-layer, Jesse.) Oh, and Jeri’s got a blog, too!
We found this idea in the Big-Ass Book of Crafts and decided to make it happen.
Supplies: clean glass plates, spray adhesive, several colors of spray paint as well as a clear coat, a few fat quarters of lace, and undying enthusiasm!
affix your lace with spray adhesive and tuck under. if you're patient you can cut it down
add some spray paint (in a well ventilated area)
remove lace and spray with background color
add several layers of clear coat, then let dry and voila!
even the next morning they were a bit sticky. give em plenty of time to dry
Many thanks to Jeri Mack for company and inspiration, as always.