I was thrilled to see that two of my art pieces got a new home today, one of which is from a Jester series called "The Last Laugh".
The series illustrates the role I was cast to play while growing up. A Jester or clown puts on a false face, parades around and makes a "fool" of himself to get a laugh. He distracts people from the real world around them and for just a tiny bit they forget. I hate clowns for that very reason and yet I feel compelled to paint them.
Every line spoken were words not my own. They haunted me and concealed my real voice and my real face from the real world. The story of my life today is a simple one. I only play the role that is me.
I HATED those other themes. They weren't me at all. I couldn't stand it, but Twenty Twelve is back. Lets hope things go better this time. I so missed you Twenty Twelve. I don't like change that much. This theme fits my needs. I like it and don't want to give it up.
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Now I can stop obsessing over this site. The comments on the WP feed may not get fixed. I have no idea how to do it and my web mistress isn't available right now. Shoot. I was starting to wonder if it's even worth going all out to get a nice theme and arrange it. If people basically read from WP then they can't see updates to pages or that there's new information on the sidebar. I'll still update it though.
I sold a painting that I figured would never, ever sell. What's cool about this painting is that it may not be for everyone but I know the reason I created her. When I see her I think of a well rooted woman, fierce, natural and strong. Before putting her in the room divider with art, I had her in a wood frame with carvings on it. It seemed to fit her well. I'm happy she found a wall of her own. That's very cool.
Moving from the art area to plants, I see my sweet potato plant is in need of a new pot. I like self watering systems because of how handicapped friendly they are. You can decide if the handicap is poor watering habits or Lupus, either way, it helps keep my plants alive longer when they sit above the water source.
My girl Jane decided it would be a good idea to sip from my Starbucks coffee. This means she slept 16 hours that day instead of 18. I couldn't believe she just got up and started drinking from my cup. What on earth? Have you lost your mind? I could have sworn we had an agreement: stay away from my food.
Usually when I bring something in the house something else has to go but with the sale at Petco going on I've decided to break that rule. I really like the way the plant area is set up so when the new aquarium comes on Monday it'll sit in a different spot. I'm staying with the Philodendron plant and a peace lily. Those plants grow crazy in a 20 gallon tall terrarium like the one I'm getting. ...continue reading "Living Things"
I'm loving every second of abstract art. This should be a fun year. My art goals for 2017 now show on my sidebar.
Blue is a color I use quite often in my art and more recently turquoise has made it's permanent mark. I've seen it so much that I'm beginning to think about its use, what does it mean to me, what does it symbolize and will it, like other colors, keep its meaning over time?
My page called Art Therapy talks about color choices and art symbols specific to me. Off the top of my head I would place turquoise next to blue and purple symbols. I see it as a color of strength, of depth, honor, birth rights.
A soft white rabbit with a rose colored dress sits beside my very first doll house.
Art Title: "My First Doll House" Art By: Faith Magdalene Austin Media: HP ink, acrylic and ink on acrylic paper with small grain Paper size: 11.5 x 8 Painting size: 5 x 6.25 inches Finish: signed, unmounted, unsealed Style: Illustration ...continue reading "Doll House and Tree Art"
I chose the book The Heart is a Lonely Hunter from the shelf. I painted the front and back a solid color then painted pages white. Each day I painted a few more pages white until I had several I could use to write or draw on. So far it's been very fun.
Art from a 6 x 9 recycled book.
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I keep hearing a little girl cry. It happens every single time I get extremely triggered. I know she's not really there but I can't help but go looking for her. It takes a lot to resist the urge to go looking for her.
She can't do it. She can't call me by my name. The best thing I ever did leave that family and change my entire name. Changing it gave me a way to buffer their abuse, to separate myself from the burden carried with my birth name. She can't stand that I'd choose something so positive to call myself. According to her, I'm a host of unmentionables. It was hard to hear past those things and try to figure out what to do and say to calm her down and get her to speak to me like a human being. It was as if I stood before my mother trying to get her to calm down, listen through the insults to figure out what she really wants from me. In the end it just seems like she's tired, angry and lost.
I picked up the phone with my therapist 30 seconds after my sister told me that I'm a terrible person and not needed. I learned a few things that I didn't know. I began to question some of what was being told to me by my Aunty S because it didn't make sense. My sister was forthcoming with information that I wasn't ready for...another blast! I can't believe I actually said to my Aunt, thank you for having cared for my mother!!! That is so disgusting, now that I know what really took place, that is so disgusting. And I'm happy I didn't sit across the table from her and have coffee, yuck!!!
There's an art piece I labored over posting but that piece got the strongest reaction and 'sold' very quickly. The reason sold is in quotes is explainedin a separate entry.
When I looked at the piece I liked it, a lot. I like the texture in the turquoise, I like the way the colors at the bottom came together. I like that painting, but I didn't think others would. I questioned my abilities because I was viewing other blogs and felt so inferior. I posted it though, and I was surprised by the response both public and through email.
I don't know if I'll be the type of artist that puts her work on the net with full confidence, but I will keep taking risks in my art, keep trying new things and keep to the styles and media that I am most comfortable with. I can risk and keep my comfort zone. There's nothing wrong with a comfort zone, it's not a bad thing to be comfortable. ...continue reading "Risk in Art. The Comfort Zone."