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Failure is learning

So, I wanted to make a nebula galaxy outer space type art thing... I hate what I made! At this moment, it isn't even dry but I will hold my hope gor it to turn out till the very end. This was my process... First I spray painted an old frame (glass and all) with… Continue reading Failure is learning

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the. project. TAKE TWO

Join me, dearest peeps, for creative fuckery and prompts

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beauty?

I found myself chatting with a friend one night... awhile ago. I actually can't remember when this was and when I decided to do this post but it wasn't recent. But we were discussing where we lived. And, like the stalker I am, I totally Google Mapped to see where said friend lived. But what… Continue reading beauty?

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Thoughts on how abstract art can help you

I was talking to one of my friends this morning about how to get back into the swing of things. She asked me how I got my groove back after I escaped Rock Bottom. And it took a while, but, in the end what has helped me is blogging and abstract art. Quite often when… Continue reading Thoughts on how abstract art can help you

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I need your help/advice

I cannot decide which novel to concentrate on. I literally write a paragraph of one then change my mind and switch. Please, cyberfam, advise me on which novel I should put my efforts into. Epic fantasy series, dark, piratey, demi-gods and goddesses, strange portals that cross over to our world, backstabbing, people getting stabbed in… Continue reading I need your help/advice

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Does art have to say something?

As I return to my pour table this week after our many travels, I have found myself asking myself "but what does this piece say?" My art normally says nothing unless my medium is words, because I choose not to use living subjects. But this is of course not what I fucking mean, is it? What I mean is "what am I trying to say?"

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Thoughts on hotel rooms and single-parenting

I'm in a hotel room. Again. No tent for us today. There is something to be said for spending some time in hotel rooms. I can't help but think of the people who were in the room before me. The good times had in the room, the fights, the sex, the sadness, the car racing. Yep. We are staying at a hotel on a car racing track.