Friday, April 23, 2010


When I was younger, I always had a feeling that I was on the precipice of some kind of success, or greatness I suppose. Maybe I watched too many movies.
It isn't as if I've just sat around waiting for it to come to me, either. I've worked at it, for sure, maybe not as much as I should have, but still, I have.
I've just been thinking about this a lot since I sold this piece of art. I had it out to pack up and send out when my friend asked me about it. It's called "Rejection Letters". It's a piece I made largely to soothe my bruised ego. As an artist, you send your work to be seen by so many people every year, and the rejections, for me at least, far outweigh the acceptances. It may sound crazy, but I do keep the rejection letters and I look at them from time to time. When I made this I had just recieved another rejection, and I really needed to remind myself that success isn't always something that's going to be tangible or recognizable to others. I have to be satisfied myself with what I do, and pay less regard to what comes from the outside.

That's what I'm telling myself anyway.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Garage Band

So I designed a fabric to enter a Spoonflower contest. I freaking love Spoonflower and if I had any money I would buy so much fabric. I adore that it's all done by individuals who decide exactly what they want it to look like, and only as much is made as purchased.

The contest is Musical Instruments. Personally, I really like what I came up with. I am really into sketchy things that appear to have been drawn by hand, and I have a thing about music and instruments (despite my lack of talent in that arena). I doubt I have a chance at all; I'll be surprised if mine even makes it into the voting...most of what I see there is so refined, polished. There's also the fact that my husband thinks the brackets look like mustaches. But hey, you've got to be in it, and stuff.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Things Left on the "To Do" List:


Well, I started this blog because it occurs to me that life just doesn't follow our plans. Obvious, I know, but I also know that I forget this bit of info quite often. I'm sure plenty of people do.

I'm an artist with a husband and a son, and three cats...making life often feel equatable to chaos. The fact that I'm not already institutionalized speaks to my stamina, I believe. I bet you feel the same way; you should.