Have gesso, will travel. I swear, I ought to just give up on the actual making art thing & just go into business gessoing stuff for real artists. (Y'all know who you are.) Because truly, that's the most fun for me. That not-thinking part is the best!
I was inspired to this bit of craziness by Paula at Molokai Girl & this post. (And, I suspect, secret telepathic messages she's sending my way.) I thought it would help me to loosen up - a constant battle. (Just ask the lovely, lovely Katie who struggles with me weekly during our Pilates sessions.) Anyway, I thought I could just do something silly, something very not-art, something I could have fun with, polka-dot up, maybe even (gasp!) butterfly up! Wouldn't that be FUN? And don't girls just wanna have fun? But as soon as the last coat of gesso was dry I began to agonize. Yes, I know that's hard to believe, but it's true! Now what, I thought? Polka-dots? "Are you crazy?", my inner cruel-spinster-teacher whispered. "It must be art - it must mean something, it must be stupendous, earth-shattering wonderful!" I tell her to shut up, but she continues to whisper, and it's her I blame for these tight shoulders & tense belly & short breaths. It couldn't possibly be me! So to thwart the stifling of my inner artist who just wants to dance with a paintbrush in her hand & let the drops of color fall where they may, I am hereby posting a photograph of these gessoed boots, in the hopes that that action will make me rush & finish them all up with the least pain possible. Feel free to ask about them - feel free to tell me to just get those babies painted! I need all the crazy/silly inspiration I can get.
And oh! Did y'all sing the title of this post to the tune of "A Day in the Life" by the Beatles? I did & now can't get the song out of my head. That's a good thing, I think.