Take one box of fabrics and lace, specially reserved for a certain occasion and a stack of cheap dime store canvases rescued from a friend's bin...combine and rescue.
Some of them I've done traditionally, some of them I've stretched reverse, with the intention of painting on the back of the canvas, leaving the wood stretcher as a kind of frame. I've always admired the backs of paintings especially old one, and I just couldn't resist making a focus of the lovely dottiness of the blue-black tacks against the soft vintage sheeting. The dots on the inside is a vintage chiffon scarf I layered in with the cotton.
And so it was that with a great rip, fold, sew, hammer and stretch...6 canvases were born, ready for their robes of paint. Bedsheet so faded it's pattern is all but a secret, the lining of old cushion covers, hospital pillow slips...all well worn and washed 1000 times. I especially like the ones that have mending in them, which I shall show you at a later date, along with my sketches.
I thought the idea of having three shops was going to be a nightmare for me inventory wise, but I'm really loving it. I haven't updated any of the shops for a number of days now and I do apologise for that- I'll get some done tomorrow. I just haven't found the inclination for it. I've been enjoying making things like there's no tomorrow, but the mechanics of listing has recently left me cold.
I've been taking lots of walks in the wilderness to clear my head and move past whatever hurdle it is in my mind that keeps me wanting to do anything else but make stuff. It's fantastic to have such artistic drive again, but I need to balance it with business things too. Otherwise no one except my housemates get to see my work!
This Phoenix needs to burn. Is it my Aries way to always want the new? I seem to say these kinds of things a lot- that I'm bored, I need new things, new ways, new everything. Maybe I'm just cursed to never be content. That's not such a bad thing though.