So I’m at that point, is what I’m making art or crap?

Firstly, I’m working with collage and that can instantly become Eric Carlisle like immediately.  Especially that I’m working with an animal subject.  God that sounds like crap just typing it.  I wanted to do an owl, crap again… Embarrassing. Well, it could be a freaking lighthouse, so it’s not as crappy as it could be. On a side note I did make a lighthouse for an old boyfriend once, out of spite and anger at his innocent taste (I’m being kind here). He hated it. Notice the “old” next to boyfriend.

Where was I?  Ok, yes, crap.  Well it started off well with lots of layering and hand made papers, then I put purple tulle in. Yeah, purple tulle over an overly shiny bronze background.  No, I’m not putting in an image.

Reason for this post, how do we know if what we make is art or not?  I don’t know, in the past I’ve made some truly good work and some pure crap.  Often I think when I work over a piece that sucks, the suckiness comes through. And this piece does have a bad painting under it… like covering up those extra pounds with a big dress. You still know what’s under there.

Wish me luck-

I ain’t no CHICKEN

Mixed Media with oil stick
Grace 2014

I’m not afraid of life.

Because I woke up today I get to take Jake to work, make is tea and listen to him practice guitar.

I get to brew pumpkin flavored coffee, get dressed, care for the chickens and feed the dog.

I get to go to Meetinghouse and sit in silence with like minded people.

I get to drive to Millville, pick up past work from a gallery and drop more off.  I get to write, clean, exercise, cook, food shop: picking from hundreds of thousands of items from rows and rows of giant shelves.  Today is a day in my life that could possibly feel, too busy, annoying, and driven by responsibility.  I know that I have woken up alive and decide, that every movement is because I CAN.  So with unconditional gratitude I thank the Universe for this day.