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This a photo of me all dressed up at the awards ceremony for the art contest. Don’t laugh at the hair, I was in my Cowboy Junkies phase. |
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When I was in high school, I entered an art contest. I remember sitting on the floor upstairs, with all of my supplies and whatnots around me. I drew an owl flying over the moon, an image I had seen on one of my favorite novels then I just got all creative and free and had fun. I glued on fabric for the owl’s body. Did some pen and ink. Did some watercolor. Who knows what else, I don’t have the piece anymore. Then I entered it in the contest, sure that I would never win. Turns out, I won first place. But how did I feel about it? Embarassed and insecure, which galls me now thinking back. I didn’t think I deserved it. The other pieces in the contest were so much better than my amateurish, childish effort…why in the world did they ever place me first? At least that’s how I felt. and you know, I don’t think I’ve really done mixed media since. I mean not like that… all free and fun and devil may care. And it wasn’t a conscious thing, I’d forgotten all about that contest until I started hand sewing again. Even though I had the complete and utter support of my artistic parents, I did what a lot of people do, in a lot of different ways. I devalued my natural talents and yearned for what I didn’t have.
Well, screw that.
It’s on like Donkey Kong.
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My first and still in progress mixed media piece that includes one of my photos printed on muslin then painted, stitched and fussed over for two weeks now. |
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This tree may never be done. That’s ok, cause I have enjoyed every minute of our love affair. |
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Beautiful! Truly magical. And I love the hair, too!
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