These past few weeks I have been working my little fingers to the bone with my crafting and painting skills. I set up Izzy's (my 6 year old) new easel in her room last week, and reclaimed my easel along with my paints and brushes. However, since I dedicated myself to creating some spirit art, I have fallen a few days behind on any orders for new art pieces for the spirits. This sexy piece you see here was created special order for a customer over the past week. They may look simple, but working that energy isn't always simple. ;) It is complete though, and has gone out as of today, and boy is someone ever so lucky to be blessed with this gift. It sure is hard to let go of some things I make though. I suppose that would be all in vain though if I kept my own pieces, right? Why not share the love... That feels oh the so much better in my opinion. I rarely keep my own art and artwork, but I sure do like to collect others works. My entire entry way is filling up with collected art of others, a few pieces I have made myself, more like the frame work for the others art though. If I could spend my time hunting, gathering, bringing home art, well, actually, we would have to move into a bigger house. I spent many days in my childhood either drawing or writing poetry. In my later teen to young adult years, I shot a lot of photography and manipulated photos in photoshop, spent hours and hours, building websites just for my photos. Occasionally I picked up the pencil or paint, but photography was the new thing. About 7 years ago, I quit that hobby, and picked up the brushes again, and haven't put them down since. I can literally spend 12 hours with my hands in paint or pencils, charcoals, and glitter, glue, feathers, fabrics. My two favorite places to be? Either in a craft store or a book store. I have crafts and fabrics, glitter, and all sorts of things coming out my ears. Neatly stored and in creative types of containers, hidden away in the botanica. BUT the past three weeks, walking into my living room, there sits a huge pile organized (because I have this streak of OCD going on) by sequins, glitter, paints by size, brushes, stick on stuff, jewels, gems, hearts, bones, etc. etc. etc... right in the middle of the floor. Do I wish to put it all away? Well, as my kids will tell you, I need to have my house picked up and decluttered every two hours from them dropping this, dragging in that, but my art stuff has become like this colorful spectacular center piece, a real eye catcher, in a good way... Well at least to me. :) Makes me all warm and happy!
