060507
so, yes indeed, i spent most of the weekend on my tail at the artTable. i was obsessed and extremely productive. now, of course, i am having sort of a downer and wondering about all the things i produced. it is funny. i block myself so well with my dictate of Trying To Make Things To Sell. can’t my fucking art have any value otherwise? can’t i just let myself make what i want sometimes? i love these new little pieces. they are very good. but they are not what i really wanted to make. i don’t mind having to work small right now, and i really love production and serial work. but i still want the work to be obsessive and extravagant in places. i love the contrast of pale and minimal with sporadic encrustations. but i stop. HEY. i can’t put all this work into a piece that i am going to (hopefully) sell on etsy for $20 shipping included!!!!
so there are no folded and waxed paper shred edges, or handsewn clumps of beads and vintage pearl buttons with GOBS of golden thread exploding … nope. not this time. but maybe someday.
regardless, the new things are quite nice. they are sturdy and have a good feel. the threads and shreds blow in the breeze. some are at etsy now and more will appear. (yes, i’ve learned the trick of spreading new listings out so they appear on the front page more often…) i still think about having my own web gallery again and have sort of been working on it, but i think i would rather spend the time in manual encrustation actually.
i didn’t make any new skirts. i did drag myself out of the house with miss jemima one time. it is starting to feel like summer.

