I've been wondering whether or not I'm a surrealist? Ah..if only it were as simple as trusting in my dreams.
Over the past couple of days working in my studio, I feel like I've hit my stride. Plowed through the agony-wall and dove head-long into some sort of visual-language building. Decision making minus all of the hesitation. Probably having a deadline real means there is no time for all of this second guessing- what does your gut tell you? double check it with your heart, then your brain..everybody in? Good. NEXT. go.
|colorful ric-rac edged ruffles|
|new apron with swan riding heart|
|second flower arrangement|
|Angela Zammarelli gave me a box of 1000 red plastc swords- base of effigy pillar|
|mop head with chandelier beads (from Carolyn Clayton) underneath skirt|