Pictureless Post

Yeah, I know, another pictureless post. This month has been kicking my butt. Part of me wants to run and hide, the other part of me wants to continue to share. That maybe through my journey, I can help someone else. Or give them a good laugh.

Even though I had won a skirmish, doubt, fear, loathing, and friends queued up to give me a thorough bashing. I did go to that place of darkness. It was not fun. I don't know what was going on. Probably that damn meteor shower messing with my frequencies. I asked myself what I wanted and that was to be at a particular con next year. I asked myself what I needed to do to get there, and I told myself to finish this zombie couple for a friend. Then something happened. Good Wendy told me that my integrity was at stake. My word. I told my friend I would have the figures done as a gift for her husband. I care for my friend and I care for me. So I put my Kevlar underpants and bra on and got busy.

I'm working in a new medium, air dry clay. Yes, I thought that I was so wonderful that works of art would spew forth from my fingers. Um... sure. I had to keep reminding myself that with anything new, there is a learning curve. Unlike cloth, this stuff is wet when you work with it. You have to keep unused clay covered so it won't dry out. I had to figure out which tools would work and for what. Remember putting glue on your hands and then peeling it off? Like that but messier. There's something about starting with a piece of foil, mushing clay, and creating a face. Do they look like I wanted them to look? No. But that's okay because they have their own personality. They were very happy that I didn't give up on them. Are they perfect? No. But I like them. They are my new creations. I will grow creatively with each new piece.

The past two weeks are gone, as well as yesterday. I'm back on track. I am still afraid but that fear is now pushing me forward because I know what can be. I will work to have some pics in progress tonight. Thanks for reading.