This is my menagerie! I just love this box. I made three, but I don't have photos of the other two. I'll try to get my sister and friend to send me pictures of theirs. This was a really fun class. Mind you, I knew what I was getting into so I had all my photos of faces, and pets ready. Class was pretty fast paced, she taught us all these acrylic paint techniques, crackle and collage effects, and Claudine even brought plexiglass and taught us how to cut it and fit and attach it to the top. I was up late cutting out clothes for my people, and gluing all the pieces in with spacers behind them so they don't look flat to the back wall. I'm very pleased. I know I say that a lot, but I'm always trying to do my best, and well...yeah, I'm pleased.
I don't have complete thoughts to write here about Artfest yet, I'm incubating it all. I did love it thought. This was the best year out of three. I met people I already knew and recognized, and new people that became friends. It was a big conference with artists. Sometimes overwhelming, but I learned so much, even when I wasn't in a class. You just absorb as much as you can, and someday I think you just wake up, and kind of like Geometry, it all falls into place and gels. This year, I felt excited when I left, and I started designing in my head on the ferry ride back to Seattle. I visited the awesome Asian Marketplace down by the big stadium and bought two really cool gothic anime graphic books. Figure that combination out. Anime, big eyes, gothic, drips of blood, and lots of black and red, gorgeous pictures. One had the face cards of the Tarot in Gothic Anime. Fantastic colors.
My only advice: Find something you love to do and become very, very good at it. It doesn't matter what your loved ones think -- or the world at large, for that matter. All that counts is that you're willing to devote yourself to this. Then be happy.
I found this poem at Katie Kendrick's site:
This being human is a guest house
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond. - Rumi
I just love that.