All through high school I doodled in class. At work I used to doodle in meetings. My doodles turned into t-shirt designs and my t-shirt designs led to art. My creative soul woke up and I will never ever squash it back down inside again.
Doodling can be so therapeutic. You get lost in the repetitive designs and your mind starts to relax. Before you know it the stress of daily life is pushed to the back of your mind as a beautiful design emerges.
The design below flowed from me with little or no effort. I am sure Karen was guiding my hand on this one. Karen's nieces Wendy and Mandy are warriors in this damn fight against breast cancer. Fight on girls, Aunt Karey is smiling down on your efforts. Of that I am sure!
Peace, Love & kick breast cancers ass!
Anybody that knows me realizes that I struggle with the label "artist". Aren't you suppose to pay your dues with years of instruction at a prestigious art school? Own a beautiful studio and work with high quality art supplies? Actually know all about colors and perspective and rules?
So you can see when at the age of 50 when I began my creative journey I squirmed when people called me an artist? I slap questionable quality paints on wood and canvas, glue in bits of dress patterns, tissue paper, torn book pages and whatever else suits my mood. I use wood stains for paint, dribble old printer ink in, pencils for shading, scratch it, scrape it, and sometimes paint over 3/4 of it before I am done.
I learned an amazing term that changed my way of thinking. "Mixed-media" Imagine that. The process I use has a name. I found out there are no rules. I can just pick up colors I like and splash them on. I stencil, draw and do whatever I like. Sometimes it comes out pretty cool. Sometimes it is an epic fail, but that doesn't even matter. When it is an epic fail you call it a layer! Oh yes... I love layers!! Lot's and lot's of colorful layers. It's gets kind of exciting watching what emerges like the innocent bystander I am. And folks... that also has a term. Intuitive painting. Whoever is coming up with these terms God Bless ya!
So if I have a hard time calling myself an artist... how in the hell did I land in this book? There was a "Call to Artist" and I answered the call! Ha! I quietly sent in my submission and figured if I made it in, well I must be an artist, right? Page 85 folks. This chick is an artist!!!
This book is so beautifully done. I am proud to be among it's pages. Go check it out, it's worth the money. (FYI I don't make money off of the sales I just love this book) And in a few weeks watch for another post. I just MIGHT have answered another call.
Peace, Love & Funk,
Who am I? Wife, mother, grandmother, friend, quirky kinda chick with a laugh that is too loud and a sense of humor that is at times a bit warped.