I did a little write up for RedBubble, where I talk about getting the most out of your Halloween designs. I realize we are past Halloween time(if you even believe in it ever not being Halloween time) and into the winter holidays, which is why I updated my RedBubble shop with some Giftmas-esque illustrations as well. Give it a read!
As for school-
I’m learning, again, how and when to take advice and criticism. I don’t get upset about negative reactions or try to force positive ones out of my critics, but there is something seductive about the good feedback I receive, and that makes me afraid I might just heed advice in order to keep receiving it. It’s childish, but I don’t feel like I’ve ever gotten a lot of encouragement or recognition, so sometimes it just simply feels good to hear some.
We’re freckles on a nose.
Lotsa squares. Burrows. Flattened crawlspaces.
All these symbols, made of plastic, are populating my studio, photographs and paintings.
I’m putting parts of myself in them. They are reliquaries, produced en masse by Hasbro or Mattel, containing sacred bits of little girl Libby.
I’ve given these pieces to those I love. I’ve left them on doorsteps and beneath pillows. I’ve been like a cat that brings dead birds to her masters.
They are little anchors to drop in another’s life. Sometimes their chains get yanked back.
I’ve left paintings in trees with the hope they’d be found. I’ve left messages with chalk on rocks to be washed away. I’ve made others participate in my scavenger hunt.
When I played with Barbies, I preferred building and designing the doll’s house. I wanted to build the spaces they’d exist in. Maybe I’ve always treated life like a diorama.