My stomach turns to think of you right now. Any object that ties me to you, I want to break into a million pieces and melt into oblivion. In solidarity with a child I know whose beauty and innocence your tentacles have tried to crush, I am stepping away.
I have no idea when or if I'll be back.
Friday, November 15, 2013
Answer: Take your foam trays collected over the last three and half years and a roll of masking tape. And stick it up there.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
One of my painting classmates and I had a brief conversation the other day. It went something like this:
Me: "So where will you be hanging that one?"
Painterina: "What do you mean "hanging"? If by "hanging" you mean which closet will I be storing it in, then that would be the spare bedroom closet."
Me: "You don't display your paintings?"
Me: "Why not?"
Painterina: "No wall space."
I don't know about you but if I'm going to expend effort, time and money creating paintings, I will be proudly displaying those babies on my walls by Jove.
I mean, everyone's gotta start somewhere, right? Why do you think a mom proudly displays her child's artwork on the fridge? Is it because that child has necessarily created a work of genius? In most cases, no. It's more like a symbolic hug that says: "You and your creation are wonderful. I'm hangin' it up!"
What's wrong with giving yourself the same hug? I say, do not hide your art under a barrel - or in a closet - no matter what level you're at. Hang it up there and be proud!
Me? I carved out a spot for this one in the dining room where we have our meals. I think it will be right at home there with all the other food stuffs.