I have been up to a lot of differnet things....yep...a lot of different things. I might be busy with the not so new job that took over my life and swallowed me whole but art.....art is like oxygen and it sneaks in to my life through any crack or crevice it can find. I have decided that art does not have cumilate in a perfect peice of art and that "craft" is not a dirty word and not evey idea that I expound on has to originate in my pea brain and that....donggone it....I need to have more FUN!!!!! So- I made a mask for a friend. Now, this may have been a slight regression, because it was to be a mask to obliterate all masks that have come before it. Friend said- "Will you help me make a mask for my husband's work party?" "Sure." I said. "Let's work on it at work because I am kinda busy on the weekends." "Great!" she said. "I just want a little help because it's a contest." 380 degree turn of the head.
How dare I brag? Well, I think it's pretty well known that anything I say- dramatically- which is how I say most everything- has to be taken with a grain of salt. Or, feel free to just pour that white substance right on your tongue. It may be necessary. I had one of those ideas. You know, the kind you do because your child must have the best of everything except that your wallet doesn't support that concept. The kind of idea that takes months to execute and way-ay-ay too much money. I decided I would make Brooke a horse ranch. All I needed was a 4x8 sheet of plywood. I poured bottles and bottles of white glue all over it and pressed in sand to make "dirt". (Who, besides me, tries to make dirt?) I colored it up with spritzes of paints. Then....well........ Well, there had to be a mountain for the horses to climb. Every path must go somewhere, right? Only this mountain has a secret cave where wild mustangs hide out. Th