I don't see art like a lot of people. I can go to art galleries and it's....eerrrmm....nice (?) but it rarely does anything for me. People go on and on about what they see or the feelings that a piece stir within them. Me? I'm like "That is a nice color. What are we having for lunch? I saw a funky little taco place around the corner!"
Then one night, years ago, I was teaching class and one of the guys mentioned that he was painting entirely differently now that he was clean and sober. He told us that it had really taken him by surprise. When he was using, he painted dark disturbing images. That had changed and he said that it was like his art had taken on a different life. We invited him to bring some stuff in to show us. I was like yeah yeah yeah *artist*.
The next class he brought in several paintings. He brought in the last piece and turned it around...and I lost my breath. My heart leapt into my throat and I thought I was going to cry. I asked him if he would sell the painting to me. He told me that it was not for sale. We went on with class but I could not get the painting out of my mind. He called me several weeks later and told me that I could buy the painting.
I am still just as in love with it as the first night that I laid eyes on it. The circular motions are so liquid to me. The colors are like words. My first piece of art.
One of the things that I love about my home is that I get to have my own studio. I am not an artist. I consider myself a craftsperson. I dabble in lots of different things.
I love fabric! This is the lap quilt that I made for my daddy. He loved it!
I love photography...especially black and white. One of my favorite pictures of my daddy's sunflowers.
I love to re-purpose things. This is the pink chandelier in my room.
My first attempt at mixed media. It has notes that mean something to me hidden inside of the layers.
What I am working on now....
If you saw the amount of paint on my shirts, you would think I was a great artist. Creating keeps me on this side of sanity. I might be culturally dyslexic (lol) but I am smart enough to snatch up what speaks to me.
lol the word prompt is *I gots nothing*