Not-Art 46-49

 

Day 46. Marker. Some kind of Pac-Man crazy is going on, plus Xs for stitches.

 

Day 47. Paper, marker. Not my finest hour, I was in a hurry.

 

Day 48. Rollerball pen. These doodles are always fun to do, and I got into the spirit after a bit--you can see the music motion in the lower left corner, and a feathery, pine-branchy thing.

 

Day 49. Paper, rollerball ink.

Not-Art 37-45

 

Day 37. Paper, rollerball ink, old stamp from envelope.

 

Day 38. 'Constellation'. Marker, rollerball ink. I just drew a random pattern of dots, not thinking at all, then randomly connected them and it ended up looking like a constellation. I always liked making up my own better than trying (and failing) to find them.

 

Day 39. 'Test'. Paper, rollerball ink, marker.
Because I am more than what fits in the box, more than numbers and letters could ever say.

 

Day 40. Paper, marker.

 

Day 41. Block printing ink. This stuff isn't meant to be used as paint, but I did anyway. Took several days to dry.

 Day 42. Paper, rollerball ink, glitter, white glue, block printing ink.
I think I used some paper from the inside of a bill envelope.

 

Day 43. Paper, block printing ink, marker.

 

Day 44. 'You Don't Need TWO Ears!' Marker, acrylic paint.
My near-obssession with Labyrinth continues. I am quite fond of the pyromaniac Chilly Down stoner monkeys with their various removable limbs and innocent yet nightmarish games. My favourite part is when one disembodied head follows Sarah as she climbs up a wall, insisting 'What about your ears? You don't need TWO ears!'. So I painted a chaos of orange, red and pink tones like the monkeys, dotted with pairs of eyes and a stray tail.

 

Day 45. Paper, oil pastel. I think the curtain is coming up on the sun, with a blue handkerchief in the foreground. Or something. There's a reason I call this stuff not-art.

Catching up on Not-Art

 

Day 25. Collage, paper, rollerball pen, marker. This is one of my favourites, and somewhat closer to my definition of art. The paper scraps are cut up bits of old lists and things I wrote.

 

Day 26. Marker. I'd been watching Labyrinth that day (no, nobody give me any funny looks, there's more to the movie than David Bowie as the goblin king) so you can sort of see the spirals and angles as 'walls' complete with openings.

 

Day 27. Colored pencil and oil pastel.

 

Day 28. Oil pastel. Vaguely inspired by African mud cloth.

 

Day 29. Acrylic paint. I meant for this to be mostly blue but other colors insisted on getting involved.

 

Day 30. I started out angry, thus the base of varied reds. Got happier as I painted, thus the orange, pink and burgundy. Added bits of green for color theory.

 

Day 31. Marker and rollerball. Made this during Monty Python.

 

Day 32. Liquid shimmer, eyeshadow, eyeliner and lipstick.

 

Day 33. Silk, marker. I call it 'Jerusalem' because I made this during yet more Monty Python, and man do those guys have some kind of obsession with the song.

 

Day 34. Bronze rocket paint, acrylic paint.

Fun with collage cuffs!

I've done a fair bit of teaching beading classes at the local bead shop. One of my favourite classes to teach was the 'Wire Collage Cuff'; a simple wire cuff frame containing a wonderful assortment of any beads of your choosing. Making them was always very freeing.

The first one I made was a light-feeling cuff that looked like scarlet threads crisscrossing the wrist, on a zig-zagged frame.

The second used a straight frame and a big focal bead amongst blue tones mixed with dark steel and a touch of orange.

My most recent cuff I call 'Hard Candy'. Using a mix of bright orange and hot pink glass, it's my favourite version so far.

The Worst Piece You've Ever Done

My experiment with 3-dimensional collage resulted in what's definitely my worst-looking piece of  'art' ever. Inspired by an obscure sci-fi movie about a man stitched together from others' skins, I crafted a female face. A woman who is torn within herself, not knowing who she really is or in which world she belongs.
Her face is patched together from all different skin colours, and her hair is multicoloured too. One eye is open, watching the world around her, and one is closed, looking inward, perhaps searching her soul for her true identity?

What's the worst piece you've ever done?