This is one of my favorites (so far - ha). Jim and I were wandering around the small town of Cynthiana (Kentucky) and walked by an old store front and noticed these dolls mounted and stuck in a dusty corner, and I took a quick shot.That was back in 1988, maybe 1991, a long time ago to say the least! I'm still a bit stunned by the number of pieces I've been finishing and I love that the detail, texture, quirkiness, weathered or rusty surfaces I loved to photograph then are the way I paint now.
Having a chronic illness prevents me from roaming the countryside in search of interesting subjects. I've tried digital collage - wow that is such an entirely vast new universe - but love getting paint on my hands so for now I'm sticking with acrylics. And reinkers, pan pastels, stencils, fabric, paper scraps, old window screens, wallpaper*, fibers, embossing, resist, beeswax and other stuff in my studio. I'm so fortunate to have been able to collect such a diverse, myriad storehouse of goodies. It makes me feel rich, one of the benefits of illness I mentioned; such intense waves of pure joy that I don't recall feeling often back in the hectic, type A do-it-all days.
Now for some sad news. One of my first ever pair of art scissors broke, obviously from the years of use considering it's the handle not the blades. Together, we learned to cut straighter lines, rounder circles and detailed shapes... sigh. I don't know whether to observe a moment of silence or find the duct tape
You know you're an artist if you have a favorite brand of baby wipes but no baby. I've accumulated quite a stack with such a variety of colors. If anyone has used upcycled dried-up (art) wipes in a project please share ideas - they're too cool not to use them!
PS: The comments I get on posts about chronic illness rock my world... yeah, those benefits!