Or a clean piece of paper. Or a clean canvas. Or a clean room.
I keep thinking about my place and all of my objects as new and clean, but they really aren't. Every thing I own just brings me joy now. It's fantastic.
Even my blank paper and my art supplies are things I'm excited to use! There's nothing that I'm keeping for the cost or for the fact that I might use it someday for a nebulous project. Every thing I kept were things that I can't wait to take out and create something with. Each thing is clean and crisp and readily available. Nothing is shoved in the back of a closet or stacked awkwardly in the bottom of a trunk.
It's there. Waiting. Full of excitement!
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So what am I going to do first? Well, I'm definitely going to continue taking photos of all my artwork.
If you click here you can see all the work that I'm just releasing. You can have it! For whatever you want to pay for it! Or for free! I've decided all my art has just been shoved in my portfolio without seeing the light of day, and I'd rather it go to a good home for a little bit than stay in my closet for nothing. Please like my Facebook page! I'll be adding new art to be released for at least the next two month.
I have that much art.
And after that?
I will be on r/redditgetsdrawn practicing painting and drawing photos that bring me joy and posting the result! I could be doing commission work but I'm doing an experiment. I'm going to try and create art I love.
Let's see how it goes!
Friday, August 14, 2015
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Facebook Art Giveaway
https://www.facebook.com/timelockedart
Visit the Facebook page where I'm going through all my art and posting the pieces I'm hoping to get to new homes! I'm tired of my portfolio being stuffed with art that needs to breathe!
Visit the Facebook page where I'm going through all my art and posting the pieces I'm hoping to get to new homes! I'm tired of my portfolio being stuffed with art that needs to breathe!
The Joy of Discarding
It was in the midst of the move, sometime around midnight when I decided that once again, I had collected way too much stuff. I've always been a collector of just about anything that catches my fancy and it's very, very hard for me to get rid of anything.
Seriously, I'm like a step away from hoarder territory here.
But while packing and crying and wondering if I really, really needed six pairs of jeans I decided that I really needed to figure out what I wanted to keep and get rid of everything I didn't need. Or keep everything I did. And when I got back to Louisiana I did a google search and stumbled across the idea of only keeping things that bring you joy.
Joy.
That's weird. I decided I liked that idea. It wasn't utilitarian. It wasn't based on time, which I'm horrible at anyway. But joy.
And that has seriously been one of the hardest things to make myself figure out. I don't feel 'joy' easily. When I started discarding things, it was tough. Really tough. I couldn't tell joy from fond memories from anything else. In fact, I was more likely to feel guilt and fear than anything while going through my things. Guilt that I hadn't used it. Guilt that I didn't like it. Fear that I'd throw it out and need it. Fear that it meant something to someone else or that I wouldn't know what it meant to me until after I'd tossed it.
Joy was not a part of this process for a while.
In fact, it wasn't until today after tossing out three black trash bags of things and giving away several times that to goodwill that I finally figured it out when I was doing my photo albums. My photos were all shoved in an album that smelled faintly of cat pee (probably from as far back as Spot), sometimes ten photos to a pocket meant for two. The photos were starting to bend from the pressure and there was no rhyme or reason, sometimes the same photo could be found several pages later.
I didn't think I could do it. I didn't think I could look at those pages filled with feels and toss any of them. In fact, I tossed most of them.
And now, when I look through the photos, instead of seeing sad, bent, frustrated images, I see crisp, clean, happy photos that make me smile. My photo album isn't a place to store all my photos. My photos are memories I want to keep and treasure and my album now reflects that.
And with that epiphany I have to go through my stuff once again.
Seriously, I'm like a step away from hoarder territory here.
But while packing and crying and wondering if I really, really needed six pairs of jeans I decided that I really needed to figure out what I wanted to keep and get rid of everything I didn't need. Or keep everything I did. And when I got back to Louisiana I did a google search and stumbled across the idea of only keeping things that bring you joy.
Joy.
That's weird. I decided I liked that idea. It wasn't utilitarian. It wasn't based on time, which I'm horrible at anyway. But joy.
And that has seriously been one of the hardest things to make myself figure out. I don't feel 'joy' easily. When I started discarding things, it was tough. Really tough. I couldn't tell joy from fond memories from anything else. In fact, I was more likely to feel guilt and fear than anything while going through my things. Guilt that I hadn't used it. Guilt that I didn't like it. Fear that I'd throw it out and need it. Fear that it meant something to someone else or that I wouldn't know what it meant to me until after I'd tossed it.
Joy was not a part of this process for a while.
In fact, it wasn't until today after tossing out three black trash bags of things and giving away several times that to goodwill that I finally figured it out when I was doing my photo albums. My photos were all shoved in an album that smelled faintly of cat pee (probably from as far back as Spot), sometimes ten photos to a pocket meant for two. The photos were starting to bend from the pressure and there was no rhyme or reason, sometimes the same photo could be found several pages later.
I didn't think I could do it. I didn't think I could look at those pages filled with feels and toss any of them. In fact, I tossed most of them.
And now, when I look through the photos, instead of seeing sad, bent, frustrated images, I see crisp, clean, happy photos that make me smile. My photo album isn't a place to store all my photos. My photos are memories I want to keep and treasure and my album now reflects that.
And with that epiphany I have to go through my stuff once again.
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