What a crazy busy week I've had! I look back on it and it seems like nothing too out of the ordinary happened, but geez Louise, it flew by!
Work always steals a lot of time, but I do need to eat and buy art supplies, so I have to give up 40 hours there, plus drive time.
Sleep takes up the next largest amount, but only by a small margin. Sleep and I have an awkward relationship, where I'd like to see more of him, but he's comfortable maintaining a healthy distance. It's sad really, because I'd love to take our relationship to the next level...
Then, of course, there's a mild amount of house cleaning that I do. And when I say 'mild amount', what I really mean is just enough cleaning to keep a clear path from the bedroom to the fridge, fridge to craft room, craft room to bathroom...and just enough for us not to catch scurvy or some other horrible disease...after that, I don't mind so much. We have a really small house. No matter how clean you get it, it always looks cluttered...so I don't like to waste a lot of time and energy trying to fix that...because it is an effort in futility. I have a sneaky plan to help alleviate some of this problem, but it's still in the works, and I don't want to jinx it. You'll hear more about it when it gets closer to becoming a reality...until then, I will leave you in suspense...
I wanted to share what I made for my (birth) mother, Marian, (not to be confused with my sister, Marian...she's a Marian Junior...nor to be confused with my work mom, Miss Lettie) for Mother's day/just because she is sweet and adorable (and it happened to coincide with Mother's Day). I'm late in showing it, because I didn't want her to see it on the blog (she reads my blog because she loves me and stuff...) before I actually gave it to her.
|I picked these for you!|
This piece is acrylic on canvas, and it is meant to look like the flowers are closer to you and I am farther away, like I'm handing the flowers out to her. And before someone asks, yes, this is supposed to be me when I was a little girl. And yes, my hair was THAT long (I could sit on it) when I was a kid. And yes, I had gappy teeth when I was a little girl. And yes, I still have gappy teeth as a (newly) 30 year old. And no, not a cute little gap, but a (cute) big gappy gap. And no, it does not make me able to spit farther, nor can I whistle through it on purpose, although sometimes it happens on accident...(for some reason, those are the two questions I get asked the most about my gappy teeth...if you have a question about my gappy teeth, I will be happy to answer it if you leave it in the comment section below...trust me, you will not offend me in any way, so just ask, and I'll do my best to satisfy your curiosity...)
You may notice a striking lack of eyeballs in this piece, and before you go around thinking I don't have eyeballs or that I just forgot to paint them, let me clear the air. My 12 year old nephew, who lives with my mom, is utterly creeped out by inanimate objects having eyeballs. He is of the opinion, as many people are, that they follow him around the room...but instead of being an interesting phenomenon, to him it is terrifying. I try not to judge too much...I personally have an irrational fear of space aliens. Snakes, spiders, axe murderers...you know things that could actually hurt me...I have no problem with...but space aliens creep me out so bad. The worst part is that I don't even think they're real! I therefore understand the ridiculousness of that fear...but it doesn't matter, I still have the uncontrollable desire to scream in horror when I think about them. So, like I said, I don't judge my nephew for being freaked out by things 'watching' him. Since I knew my mom would hang this painting up (because, you know, she loves me and stuff), out of consideration for my nephew, I chose to leave the eyeballs 'out of frame'. But I do have eyeballs...and gappy teeth...in real life.