All of these things will be used in my art at some point. They're things I have picked up in my natural world. Walking the dog, combing the beach, parking the car, rescued from the trash, gifted from a friend.
(There are 9 in this picture, but 3 sold, so 11 crowns!)
Yesterday I posted about Rest.
Nothing is as restful to me as creating something ... and for whatever reason, it's crowns these days.
I start with a can that sparks my imagination and from there the crown reveals itself. I've learned not to over think it and just create. Bending, hammering, piercing, soldering. It's like going for a walk and turning down this road and then that road until you arrive back home.
that's what you'll find when you visit an art blog
no words to say about standing vs sitting or legal vs illegal or black vs white or red vs blue
today is a swim in the pool, a fresh tablecloth and flowers, a cup of sharp strong tea ... thoughts of charcoal and paint and board and metal ... Gregory Alan Isakov on Pandora ... I know, I like sad music ... but I'm tired and nothing perks me up like a sad song about bootlegging.