All right, I am continuing to force myself to do something, anything, just don’t get bogged down in choices and decisions. Thus I have two mini canvases drying now that I have followed the directions on this project from QuietFire Design to the letter (except that I had already gessoed the canvases–we’ll see if that makes any difference).
When I was in England last summer, I saw some lovely 3D stickers of Oriental scenes, and I thought it would be nice to put them on small canvases and hang as a set. So I’m doing one image transfer for that project, and the other one is just a fairy on a 2×2 canvas. When it’s done–if it’s all right–maybe I’ll hang in in Kayleigh’s room, or I guess I could keep it and give it to her for a Xmas present.
I’m still trying to decide if I want to give the full court press to making Xmas cards this year (and possibly selling some of them). I’m going to have time during the day, and if I spend maybe a week being very clear with myself about the designs I’d offer, I think I could do it. Need to look into Google shops and etsy shops again since it’s been a year and policies/procedures may have changed.
I do feel a distressingly familiar feeling coming up again, which is that I have all these techniques in my bag now but I don’t know exactly what I want to do with them. The fact that Kayleigh lost the Bunsen burner for my mini-chemistry set is extremely annoying, because I was getting to a point where I knew what to do with it but I don’t want to finish it without that, nor do I really want to spend another $16 on a replacement. Anyway, I may be coming up to a hurdle to deal with again, because I still think that much of what I do is not very personal for me. The things I’ve done that were it’s very clear to see–the Magic challenge was definitely all me, and I was pleased with the war piece even though I wouldn’t give it to anyone. But there seems to be a large gulf, or maybe more properly an abyss, that I am going to have jump sooner or later. What am I afraid of, that I have nothing interesting inside me, or that I have no taste? I *must* be willing to experiment and accept that not everything will work out. It’s only by doing that I’m going to really get anywhere, and I can’t give this up.