
I’m back. Turns out that when my mother left she also left me a bunch of stock from her old bead business to go through. I’ve been hip deep in sorting ever since. I’ve been giving away stuff left and right which is sooo satisfying. In the last week I’ve given away 2 boxes of Beanie Babies, one large altered art lot of dominoes and tiles (to a mosaic artist so I gave her a bunch of other stuff too), & all the display lights and tablecloths and bags from the business. I’ve been trying to give away a ton of magazines for free but have yet to successfully get someone to pick them up. Next is a kiln, CD changer, huge cutting mat, and a sewing machine if I can figure out which one of the two to keep. Suppose I’ll have to sell that though. I have an old solid Bernina 830 and a newer Babylock Ellure I was given. I like the new shiny computerized one, but the Bernina has the knee lift which I love. I actually only sew a few times a year so I need to get rid of one or other other.
Oh yeah, back to the subject of my post. I’m going to issue another bold proclamation. I am going back to the beginning with my art. I didn’t start young like many artists do. I have a few half-hearted art attempts from childhood, but I actually bought my first art supplies at 27 years old. I am 43 now.
I had lots of fun with art when I started. I had never heard the word archival so didn’t worry about alcohol based markers and acid-free papers. I just bought some paint, canvases, pens, and paper and started in. I got lost along the way. I had an ex that was an accomplished realist artist that had been drawing since he was a wee thing and was voted most artistic in high school. He had done gallery shows of his horse paintings. I was just learning perspective and he never had a nice thing to say about my art. Took me 4 long years to figure that he was the sort of person who could only feel better by knocking people down.
During that whole time period, I stopped doing what I loved and searched for something that I could be “good” at. Not just merely good actually, but more like instantaneously talented which would have been the only thing that would have satisfied him. I got books on basket making, quilting, enameling. You name it and I tried it or poured over the books and pondered it. And I lost a lot of good years feeling bad about my art. During that time, I also collected a lot of supplies. If I’m going to be a superstar quilter, can’t do that without a ton of fabric and a sewing machine, right? So I’d focus on accumulating whatever it took to try that artform and then at some point, I’d move on to the next thing because my heart wasn’t really in it. So for the last 10 years or so I’ve been totally weighed down by the thought that I need to use all these things that I don’t really love.
What do I love? A blank piece of paper and some markers. Alcohol based non-archival markers. So there. :) But now, I wouldn’t see the originals. I can scan them and sell prints though. I also love acrylic painting and watercolors too. Watercolors are one good thing I’ve found in my searching. I also love little sculptural things. So I’m going to have some paperclay around and maybe take some ceramics classes someday. I’m going to keep my papers and rhinestones and all my treasured mixed media stuff. Everything else goes. It’s just cluttering my mind.
I have to wonder why I still have a beading kiln and a hot head torch and supplies when I haven’t made a lampwork bead in 10 years. (I used to sell lampworked jewelry in San Diego galleries). Why do I have 200 fat quarters of fabric when I’ve never made a quilt and probably won’t? Why do I have 5 enameling books when I’ve never enameled?
The drawing above is just a little doodle I did 15 years ago and scanned into the computer to color way back when. Back when I drew to please myself instead of an ex or some unknown audience. Back to basics. That’s where I’m going.