Sing Your Sweet Song

Today's collage filled a dual duty... it's one of the pieces I'm entering in an upcoming small format art show called "looking at the small picture" AND good ol' art therapy. I'm still into the bird theme. This gal is wearing a glittery crown to help be belt out her song. It held off the tears for as long as I was working on it. Mission accomplished.

Once again I put my trust into my 'family' and got screwed. Nothing feels as empty and sad as being rejected from the 'new' family. I'm so sick of it. I just can't take that kind of heart ache anymore. I've given everything I can give and it's never good enough. I'm tapped out.

So what am I left with? Time I was going to devote to my son is not wanted or needed. I guess I'll find a 'real' job now, since my art has proven to be nothing more than a hobby anyway. I sound full of self pitty & pathetic but I don't care - maybe if I can cry it all out, it won't come back.

Studio Friday : Room with a View

This week's Studio Friday topic is 'room with a view'. This what I see out my window. I'm on the second floor. I get to see into the big wax myrtle tree. My "watch" cats love it - they are always chattering at the birds either in the tree or on the telephone/electrical wires and watching the cars go by. They get all jazzed when the UPS truck stops.

Of course just when my crock pot of beeswax is open and ready to go, they jump up and leap over me over my collages to get a better view of those birds - leaving me picking hair off my stuff. All in a days work, I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Glass Collage Pendants/Necklaces

I put my the necklaces that I made for the show last month on Etsy. I made so many, so the space would be full and I have a lot left-over.

Today's mood has gone down-hill from yesterday even. I'm hoping to log on in a couple of days and this will be just a memory... and I'll have moved on to happier feelings.

Success is Like a Boyfriend ...

... when you're looking - it's not there. So if I 'pretend' not to care if I sell something, does that mean it might happen? Uggh. I'm feeling very down in the dumps about my artistic 'talents' or lack there of. It's been ages since something sold. Yes, it's official - I am now a starving artist.

So, my art journal. I have to just say, on record, that I hate - yes hate, journaling on paper. I could type online in my blog all night, but I only made 3 days then totally stopped. Not just because I hate writing on paper, but because I was actually busy working on my goals, not just journaling about them. I went the gym 3 times last week, and worked at creating more art (that prbably won't sell) for another upcoming show. I also got my newsletter out, put away frieght (new product for the store) and other pro-active stuff. So I guess there's that to be happy about.

I don't know, maybe it's just hormones kicking in or something, but I'm feeling downright cruddy about my little 'tinnie' on ebay. I just don't get it - not even a single bid for under 5 bucks. Teenie Tiny ATCs are selling for over $15. I hate ebay sometimes. I'm definately a better shopper than a seller.

'tinnies' : a new addiction

This cutie was once a pineapple can. I was inspired by the project in Somerset Weddings2. I had so much making this for the ZNE theme week auction that starts on Sunday. Since this turned out so well - I've squashed a bunch more cans, primed & painted them, so they are ready to go. Guess what I'm doing tomorrow? :) These babies are addicting!