I consider everyone an artist. Whatever you do, with passion and joy. It’s art. I’m often asked. “What kind of art do you do?”
That’s like asking me what my political views are. It’s fluid chaos. My muse is a bi-polar, cough syrup drinking, crack smoking, acid dropping, genius. Her timing sucks sweaty balls. But, when she comes for a visit, you’d damn well better have chocolate and coffee.
I am a mixed media junkie. Acrylic, water, oil, pencil, pastel, ink, paper, fabric, Styrofoam, leather, fur, feathers, bark, pipe cleaners, glitter, and whatever else I can get for cheap or free. I’m like a crazy, creative raven with hands. Paintings, sculptures, masks and things that have no classification other than, WTF is that?
I also love taking close up pictures of bees. They go crazy with datura blossoms.
This morning, I was pickling garlic. Then, I made ganache because, my muse has to have chocolate and I have some Styrofoam to up-cycle into something beautiful and not in a land fill. It’s easy to get, light, carveable, and did I mention, light? I’ve made pieces that look like they’re made of stone and I can lift them up with a few fingers. I love using people’s shredded documents for paper mache. I had a friend who used to dumpster dive in SF. He’s the one who turned me on to accessing cheap or free “art” supplies. Too bad dumpster diving is illegal in a lot of places. Seriously!? Yeah, god forbid someone will steal your fucking “trash”!
As an anarchist, artist. Some might say I have a deluded sense of the world. Perspective and attitude count for a lot. When the world gets to be too much for me. I retreat into my art. Every self proclaimed artist I’ve met, so far. Has a very unique view of things.
The ganache is cooling and the art is calling. Beautiful day to work outside. Makes the glue dry quicker.