Most of all we hate collective identity: every day of your pathetic life you are being put into a little box by society by the way you look or the bands you listen to. Collective identity sucks. Be an individual, don’t make it easy to be dismissed in a sentence
It’s been a very busy couple of weeks, and school is in it’s last week for the year. Identity started as a moment of drawing…it just happened. I have all these old pictures of women posing….and I found one similar to this and just felt like drawing, so I used it as a model. I was working at the time so I just drew and talked on the phone and didn’t think too much.
Later when I started painting in much the same way…she started coming to life for me. In her hand she’s holding a perfect little silver face. (It’s pure silver from a jewelry maker I found and bought some unfinished bits from) I’ve had it forever and when I re-found it…I knew it belonged in this work. From start to finish this work was done in little spurts. It took about 7 days to finish that way, but hey…I got it done. Thing is, aside from some small critical things that I see myself, I think it’s a strong work. And…to beat all…something I’ve never done before. I got the feeling I wanted and I did it when I thought I could not possibly find the time to get it done. Cool beans.
Letting go of expectations of how it’s all got to be just so…well, it liberated a new type of work from me. I think that’s pretty neat, and I find that the further down the rabbit hole I go, within myself…the more I like it. The pyramid said one morning over coffee…”Pssst, I’m not a mountain I am a Pyramid.” OK…pooof, you are a pyramid. The trees didn’t want to be fussed up with leaves, they were a little bossy one night after the dinner dishes were done. Her dress and Red Drape talked in my dreams for two nights before I committed to color choices. OY! Fashion, what a pain in the butt. I love the way they turned out though, the cloak is red like you would not believe and three dimensional, I piled it on thick. You can see it moving in the breeze.
I’ve had to adjust to not being able to work as fast and as often as I was. Being the bread winner is hard work, I honestly don’t know how Mate Man puts up with it like he does. He has always worked, always. Not having a job is driving him bat shit. I can tell you we have the best looking and most weed free organic garden….ever on the planet. Lord I love that man. It’ll turn around for him again, hopefully before he goes crazy. LOL
So this work is about living your life the best you can every single day, and having faith that it’s what you do to become who you are that matters. In the long run…don’t sweat the small stuff. Just keep swimming.
I hope you are enjoying your day, thanks for reading.