Thursday, January 10, 2008

Old scraps and some vodka thrown in for good measure

This was a commissioned piece I did for my friend Kathe. Her fiance loves Stolie vodka so much he named his wymarang Stolie. The piece measured 2'x 4'.


My first attempt at scrap booking. I won a contest with this one.


My second attempt at scrap booking.


The letters are crooked in the picture above, so I added the one without crooked letters for good measure.


Third attempt. I also won a contest with this layout. I was tickled pink.



Fourth layout.


I thought I would pound the H E double hockey sticks out of the old adage, "Out with the old, in with the new." I figured I would post a few of the old scrap book pages I did in the past. Also included are some old paintings. So there are no more falling on, "I did a painting!" Like a year ago. I tend to fall on the fact that I have done work in the past. Sometimes I know this might seem silly but I scare myself into unproductiveness. I will lay it all on the line, I have the worst confidence in the world when it comes to many things. My creativity is sometimes my biggest nemesis. I don't know why I terrify myself into not painting or crating art. I am sometimes crippled with the fear of failure before I even start a piece. I probably need therapy, lots and lots of therapy.

So here's to dusting out the closet of "old work" and ringing in the new year with new work. Hopefully in this process I will come to the realization that I am way too hard on myself......we will see.

Can I get a break?

Sloan made this tea set the other day when grampa David was here.

Prepping the new wooden canvas.

I don't know if you can see the tiny dot on Aris' thumb, it is where I took a chunk out of her finger while cutting her tiny nails. Can you say parental guilt? I felt horrible. It bled for like an hour. Visions of Julia Childs in that old Saturday Night live sketch, where blood is squirting everywhere. It was all over her sleeper and sheets. It was just a tiny nic but you would have thought I took off the whole tip of her thumb. Horrible.



Popeye chillin with Dean while he practices the guitar.


I have to say that this whatever that I have at the moment is kicking my butt pretty hardcore at the moment. I sound like a 65 year old smoker, or like I'm trying to sound all saucy and raspy with a wee bit of Darth Vader thrown in the mix. No fever yet, so not much a doctor could do to help me. It's just a case of the wait it outs. As I promised I am downloading some photos as I type.
Time for me to take Sloanie to school. Hope everyone has a great day.