The need to ART fell upon me like a fever last week. A necessary mania. I’ve learned, over the years, that the more I stifle this sudden urge to paint and draw and cut and glue, the stronger that urge becomes. It takes over my body. My mind continues making plans and setting goals, but my hand scribbles figures and forms.
So I’ve been giving in. Following every whim. Layering paint onto paper. Cutting out shapes, pouring ink and letting it dribble down the page.
The work is piling up around me and I’m not sure what to do with it. I’ve considered scanning some of my better pieces and selling them on Etsy for ten or twenty bucks apiece. It would a good way to reduce the clutter, and it would be nice to have the validation of sales.
The last time I thought about creating an Etsy store, though, I convinced myself that I needed to photograph the collages framed, matted and hanging on a wall. A nice wall, with natural lighting and a chair and an end table nearby. And then, of course, I never did.Read More