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If only our wings were real...
In my head I am flouncing around in lace and a powdered wig, my corset is laced nicely and my crinoline is very pouffy.
I am also wearing wings.
In reality I have charcoal smuts on my face and my arms will most likely be covered in paint...still...we can but dream :o)
I have been creating 'stuff' for so long that when I started, crinolines were still the height of fashion. (Seriously, would I lie to you?) ;o)
I could waffle on here about myself and how much I love Art.
I guess you would find me very tiresome after a while.
Instead, I'll tell you about the Art itself.
I draw stuff, lots of stuff; Mermaids, Fae, Magic, Myths, Children, Dolls, Pumpkins, Critters, Witches, Plants, Pouffy-Frocked Ladies...(not many chaps unless they pester me) and then decide what they can become, some want to be painted in Oils, some say their features would be better in Clays, some just want to show off in Fancy Finery.
Others though, have a different idea...
Sometimes they peer up at me with their little eyes and say in their sweetest voices that they are afraid to show their faces to the world.
You can never force a drawing to become something it doesn't wish to be, I tried long ago...it just made us both sad...now I understand, so I leave them safe inside their cosy sketchbooks.
Art shouldn't be about hatred, it should be about love.
After all, isn't that what life is all about...
In my head I am flouncing around in lace and a powdered wig, my corset is laced nicely and my crinoline is very pouffy.
I am also wearing wings.
In reality I have charcoal smuts on my face and my arms will most likely be covered in paint...still...we can but dream :o)
I have been creating 'stuff' for so long that when I started, crinolines were still the height of fashion. (Seriously, would I lie to you?) ;o)
I could waffle on here about myself and how much I love Art.
I guess you would find me very tiresome after a while.
Instead, I'll tell you about the Art itself.
I draw stuff, lots of stuff; Mermaids, Fae, Magic, Myths, Children, Dolls, Pumpkins, Critters, Witches, Plants, Pouffy-Frocked Ladies...(not many chaps unless they pester me) and then decide what they can become, some want to be painted in Oils, some say their features would be better in Clays, some just want to show off in Fancy Finery.
Others though, have a different idea...
Sometimes they peer up at me with their little eyes and say in their sweetest voices that they are afraid to show their faces to the world.
You can never force a drawing to become something it doesn't wish to be, I tried long ago...it just made us both sad...now I understand, so I leave them safe inside their cosy sketchbooks.
Art shouldn't be about hatred, it should be about love.
After all, isn't that what life is all about...