Secrets and Lies? Seriously? Read on.
I went into my studio this morning wanting to start a journal page. But it was such a mess in there, I couldn’t make my way to the table without tripping over the “stuff” on the floor. And there wasn’t an inch of room on the table either. Or on my chair. Or on the plastic-covered futon that serves as my “drying area”. My first instinct was to run for the hills. But then I realized that if I didn’t clean up, I’d face the same dilemma the next time inspiration struck. Sigh.
So began my journey of self-discovery. Secret number one. Apparently, I’ve never met a piece of corrugated cardboard I didn’t like. Which leads me the first lie I tell myself … “There will never ever be another piece of cardboard exactly like this one.”
Lie number two. “My art will be seriously compromised if I do not have that collection of paints from Claudine Helmuth (or Golden or Tim Holtz, or Mister Huey, etc., etc..)” The secret? Apparently, I fall for my own lies regularly because today I discovered duplicates of several sets of the exact same paints. Unopened. Sigh.
Secret number 3. I don’t paint or draw. True, I make “marks” on mixed media projects, but I truly can’t draw or paint. So why pray tell, do I have 51 paint brushes (not including the brand new pack of seven I bought just last week)? And 39 markers and two sets of watercolor pencils. Lie number 3. “Because you just never know.” And that’s probably what I told myself when I bought the (still sealed) jars of glass beads, micro beads (red no less!) and Perfect Pearls. Sigh.
And since I’m laying it all out on the table (so to speak) I suppose I should also confess to the bins of stencils and stamps and collections of bits of ephemera-like stuff.
And the Inktense color blocks and Gelatos; the spray inks and the Distress Inks; the three different kinds of glue mediums (not counting the fabric glue, spray glue, glue gun and adhesive tape roller and various masking and washi tapes). The white gesso, the clear gesso and the black gesso.
And the scraps of fabric and paper; and bubble wrap and flip flops and sponges; and shelf paper and paper doilies and dictionary pages and paper punches (what did I buy those for?) and the rub-ons. Sigh.
Three hours (and two bags of garbage) later, I have a (relatively) re-organized studio. And no excuse not to make regular use of all that stuff I can’t seem to live without. So, I’m going to try to get into the studio at least once a week to create something.
But the biggest secret of all? All that stuff makes me happy. Truly happy. And that’s no lie! Please tell me I’m not alone – I’d love to hear your secrets and lies!