Arting for 365 Day 264: Cope

watercolor paper, acrylic and ink on tile

watercolor paper, acrylic and ink on tile

Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days

It is a fact of life that all of us will die. There is no way around it. As many guarantees as we hope to find in life, this one is 100% and none of us want it. It affects us all and the only thing we can do is try to deal with it as best we can.

Yesterday, my means of dealing was through art. I painted for me, and for me only. The piece was for no one else to read or see. It was not pretty or well written. It was raw and I felt drained as I finished it. I’d thought that perhaps I’d make a second piece for day 264, but it wasn’t going to happen. I couldn’t muster the energy – which had me worried. I did not want to share this art.

I woke up this morning and realized the painting had helped me deal with my loss and that was all I needed it for. Now I could move on. I cut it up and turned it into this strange, dark flower. A gorgeous work? Not necessarily, but it did accomplish what I wanted – to keep the original words and images I created about my grandma dying private, while allowing me to continue to share my work.

Day 264

Arting for 365 Day 45: Attachment

Day 45 (6/12/12): Attachment

~5.5″ cirmcumfrence x 3″ Mixed Media: Seeds, egg shell, ink, paper and lid

It’s funny, the things we get attached to. A lovely blue water bottle whose lid sometimes leaks or an old shirt with holes here and there may seem average, but they are anything but. We worry about them if they are misplaced and are quick to defend their value.

I think for most of us it is not so much the “thing” we get attached to as the memories and feelings we get that are associated with the thing. This, I realize, is why I seem to have become a bit attached to the little seeds I collected weeks ago.

Each time I pull them out to work with I am reminded of the jog we were on when we picked them off the ground. I remember feeling so excited about the prospect of making something from the found little treasures. When I create using the little seeds, I always feel very calm and at ease – enjoying the simple act of building up form.

The seeds are now dwindling. I’ll be able to eke out one more piece if I’m lucky. After that, I’ll have to wait in anticipation for another year to roll around so I can once again collect them.

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Arting for 365 Day 37: Winged

Day 36: WingedGoal: To create one work of art each day for 365 consecutive days

I brought my seed things with me to my parent’s house this last weekend, thinking they’d be a good out of town project to work on. I felt proud for remembering to pack them since typically I am really good at forgetting things. My pride quickly vanished as I realized that I had forgotten the acrylic coat that keeps the little guys preserved (or at least that’s my hope). But bringing them still ended up being a good thing. I found out that the plastic bread bag I keep the non-coated seeds in is not, in fact, the best way to store them. Turns out they had begun to get dry and brittle. Shocking, I know. I thought for sure this is how all museums store their artifacts. So yesterday I coated a big chunk of them and worked on day 36’s project.

Day 36: Winged Left WingDay 36: Winged 2Day 36: Right WingI knew that I wanted to do some more drawing on and stacking of the seeds, but wasn’t quite sure what I had in mind. I began laying out the seeds, gluing them down and then pulling them off. I glued a few more down and realized this thing was screaming to be a moth – which I like.

I became interested in moths a few years back when I learned about how one species in Britain had evolved to adapt to its polluted environment. The one I created is so content with itself; I don’t see it evolving anytime soon.


3 x 7” Seeds & ink on lid

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