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It seems I can't catch a break in the art world.
So far, in just a short start into this New Year...
I have been turned away by local businesses to support my "Art"
My reviews for the new ideas for my show are dismal, gives me doubt of why am I even doing this.
Yet, ideas I come up with, are given recognition when stolen by other "artists" and full praise of their talents are shouted by the masses.
I feel I have just been punched in the stomach today.
My fingers are shaking by just trying to type this today.

I try to be as positive as a person as possible but today is making this very hard to do.

There is much more going on with my friends that is really puts life into perspective and knowing how lucky I do have things. This is not a post seeking praise, I am just typing out loud today.
I know, you have to go thru a lot of, well I will be nice and say CRAP, being knocked down only makes us stronger...right?
And maybe tomorrow will be a brighter day but as for right now its looking pretty cloudy.

PANIC

Okay how did it become the second week of January already???
I have a BIG art opening in less than a month and still have only one thing completed!!!
Enough piddling around in this studio/guest room, I have to get on the ball as using it as a studio.

Panic has set in and I am on a mission.
Supplies are tossed about and ideas are swimming on loose pages all over the place.
Time to get it together and work.

My opening is on February 3rd at the Funkhouse in Las Vegas.
It is titled "Discarded"
Centering around dolls and doll parts that little girls/boys were forced to discard for being too "tattered"
at least that is the story in my head. I remember when I was made to give up my most loved baby doll as a child because her arm came off...I would have loved that doll no matter the shape or condition she lay in. I think that most of us women who still love dolls had something of this sort happen to us. Maybe it was lost, or stolen, maybe it disappeared one day while you were at school, or forced to trash it when garbage day rolled around because you were too old to play with dolls.
I think it is a shame that little ones, boy or girl, are forced by us parents to discard something we love and find security in. Why? Can't we still love it and put it away for the memories it holds?
Why give a child stress, children grow up way too fast these days, why not let them be a child for as long as they want? Heck, I am still that little girl searching for that doll to come back home.
Maybe just maybe if I still had her, I wouldn't be constantly dragging home all the lost dolls...

Your Opinion Counts

First I have to say thank you to all who wished me well.
It worked! I feel so much better today...so far. I did wake up with that same headache but it seems to have subsided for now. As for the chest pain, it is gone! That is record time. Usually it hangs around for more than 4 days.
Anyhoo, I am happy to be feeling better so back to "the room"
So here are a few close ups of the banner from book pages that I showed here yesterday.
Oh, and since I will be closing my shop for good, I will be doing a lot more tutorials.

Okay, now for your opinion...this is my work table.
It is amazing, it has one huge rolling drawer and then two cubbies hidden to look like drawers on each side. Now, I am debating on giving it a coat of paint or leaving it as is to show its wear and tear and age with me as I work. What do you think, does it stick out like a sore thumb or is it a nice break from a room becoming too white and frilly?

I still need to make a cord cover for the unsightly thick black cord hanging to the dvd player.
and I am getting my mood board together to add in here as well.
Just a few more things to be addressed before I think I will completely happy with it all.

oh and to see more shots of my home and projects you can follow me on pinterest just click the red button on my blog page :)

Be A Doll and....

Okay, after remembering some breathing exercises they taught me in the hospital after my surgeries I put them to use and what do you know, it worked. My chest is already feeling less constricted but the mean migraine is still in the back of my head.
Getting old sucks...
Anyway,
Here is the painted project I was working on before feeling ill.
I realized that I need to practice my cursive, lol
But it is kinda hard to paint on folded book pages that flow into the edges of the paper.
plus I am not a painter, never could hold a paint brush right to get the nice strokes.
Hmm, maybe it works better for a righty, huh?
Well, I really thought it would look cute done in glittery pink but it didn't show well so back to black I went.
I am rather happy with the way it turned out.

All you need is a book
tear out the pages fold in half
sew together in a banner like style across the top layering each folded page about half way
Pencil down the saying you like
then go over in a cursive writing with your choice of paint.
I choose Martha Stewart Paints from Michaels.
Hang with clear thumb tacks and Voila' instant decor for you home or studio.
I will try to hang some ribbon around or tinsel maybe to dress it more, we'll see, I kinda like it just as it is.
I will try to get better pictures in the morning light tomorrow