This is painted on an opened brown paper bag. The edges were irregular, but I painted without clipping them and just cropped it here. This is thumb-tacked onto the wall next to my office corner. I’m working from home for the time being and love the wall of tissue paper flowers and now this new painting added. It’s a nice escape looking over at them throughout the hours of my day.
The goal here was to use scraps. Paper and clippings I had no initial plans for and no idea for what to do, but I didn’t walk away until something I liked came through. I love the end results. Collage is not my usual thing but I love working this way. I’m forced to resolve whatever “mistakes” and end up liking the mess ups more than the plan. Art is life
This was a gift I drew and colored for my mother’s birthday along with 2 CDs and money since I had a hard time figuring out what to get her this year…lol Just used markers.
I’ve never made a collage with Photoshop before, so today I googled how and made a collage with some of the pop-up flower cards I made and recently mailed out. I have more photos of other card designs so I will make another, better one, but this was fun. By the way, I make so many of these cards that I send them at random now. If anyone viewing this wants one, shoot me a message where I can mail to.
“Hate all you want to hate, I have the final say”… I wrote this last year as I processed a response I received about my music. Someone mistakenly assumed I had the same insecurities about my voice that they lived with and it got me thinking about all the times we have to endure unasked for critiques of our art. I don’t go around looking for people to tell them how bad I think their work is. It’s truly going out of my way to do that. If you don’t like something, I say keep it moving until you find something worth your time and comment…lol Anyway, I’m happy with this piece and the challenge it was to record performing it and I want to share.
My heart has been heavy lately. I don’t know what I’m doing here or what is in store, or why it brings so much dread to consider these questions (should be no wonder when looking at the world we live in), but I still hope for clarity and strength within to endure whatever is finally revealed for me to act upon. And it is time for action now.
This picture is the cover of a card I made for my mother some weeks back, just because I love making people cards and I love her especially.
New 2021 song/video. Coping with life through song is the best way I could ask for right now. There is so much misery of all sorts in this world I wish I could do more to ease. I’m tired of watching those in a position to do more make the choice again and again not to.
Freehand painting on a scrap piece of brown paper bag one Sunday. I miss painting eyes and weird abstract stuff and this little piece brought some life back in me to return to what I love. I feel swamped with the amount of music I have to mix between working full time and finding spare moments to paint creatively is impossible right now. Then I ask myself what the point in bothering with any of this is anymore. I’m nobody and will always be nobody. Facts. Despite this though, it would feel like a crime to not follow through on these ideas I’ve already spent so much time on. If I still believe it’s worth those moments of attention and stress to see them through, then I have to keep going. I’m structuring a plan to tackle the mixing and final edits with the time I have and will even take off a few days to make sure it’s done right if I run into problems. And I’m excited to be able to share it all too still. Yes, there are still things to look forward to.
I did not expect to see it through to 31 years marked today. This year has been impossible, but I’ve created art I am grateful to have finished and have even more works in progress to keep living for. Right now, 10 music albums is my goal. It’s been a month since I released #6 The Cruel Meanwhile. Please check it out if you need some background noise while working..lol / follow me on Bandcamp. I’m used to getting drowned out by the millions of others doing the same thing, but hey I’m still here, happy for the handful of souls who’ve not passed me by. Support in any sense doesn’t come my way easily. One day I hope to be worthy of it, but no matter what, my work won’t stop. https://allysonmarie.bandcamp.com/album/the-cruel-meanwhile
A digital variation of the plastic fabric piece I use for my arts and crafts. It’s become a piece all it’s own in years.