inner child

"love shack"

"love shack" fabric collage detail

"love shack" people

it is no longer a fever, it is a delirium. i should know, i get these spurts of wanting to make things no matter the outcome.  like an urge to spit it all out, almost like the fibres and the colors and the textures have been living inside me and they need to come out, become, BE. it is the voice of my inner child who finally finds the time between cleaning and washing and cooking and paying caesar that stops everything to PLAY. 

i miss my art supplies and tools to a hilt.  which took me to thinking what would happen if suddenly a catastophe DID actually happen in the world with so much talk of an imending end.  and what if i were to make it through, no computers, no art supplies, nothing but starting over and resorting to whatever was around me?  well, isn't that how it all began in the first place, something from nothing?

so i searched around and found Joe's colored pencils, a block and just freehanded whatever came from my gut today.  as always, i am surprised that my life is SO filled with color.