Epic

Total epic craft fail this morning. Man, oh man.

In Jr. High, back when there were still Jr. Highs, my art teacher was Mrs. Bristol. I really liked her. She’s art director or principle or some such now. Good for her. But anyway, there was one thing she complained about early in my first year with her that I never forgot. “Cream puff art.”

Cream puff art, as she explained, was art that wasn’t really art. You took preconceived shapes and made things. You used other people’s ingenuity. In other words, cream puff art is something along the lines of arts and crafts. I think. I mean, it’s been a while.

But anyway. Because of that little lecture, which I can’t even remember the point to nowadays, I became a traditional artist. I learned to paint, to create, to avoid the “Measles” in my compositions, and do basically… stuff. Although I’ve been known to do some “cream puff art” I never really paid attention to the REAL cream puff art. Until now.

Jesus fucking CHRIST but cream puff art is hard. Mrs. Bristol, you’re nuts! It’s not cream puff art. It’s fuck you art, is what it is.

Decoupage is the current bane of my existence. I’ve tried this easy looking bit of cream puff art numerous times so far, and numerous times I’ve managed to ruin the project repeatedly.  For example, yesterday I spent all day along assembling a door sign collage. Sure it was normally the day I spent hanging around the house with the husband, but he was in bed sick and snoring. I was bored. ART!

The project in question is based on the concept of upcycling, which I do like to try to do on occasion. There are people out there who make it their mission to upcycle everything, but in my case I’m lucky to be able to think of how I’m going to upcycle anything. When I do figure something out I get all excited. So excited that I could have been working on The Heavenly Bride. But. But. Upcycling.

I took a tile display board a friend had sent me, cleaned it up, and set to work. I went through my cream puff art folder files. I picked just the right images. I wracked my cream puff mental files for just the right saying. I printed. I managed to get the cameo to cut. I assembled. I glued. And then, the most important step… I coated to protect it from the last step. And let dry overnight.’

This morning I still had a fairly decent looking project, so I took the final plunge. I brought out… the polyurethane.

Do you hear that? The sound off in the distance? Yes, that’s right. It was my project’s death knell.

You can see my good intentions. You can see the offending can of coating. The evil brush that participated in the craft vandalism.
You can see my good intentions. You can see the offending can of coating. The evil brush that participated in the craft vandalism.

Now, I didn’t like the design I had created anyway so it’s not a complete loss. So much as it’s a loss. Let me give you a closeup of part of the damage.

fail

In case you haven’t a clue, like my husband who wanted to know why I was lamenting quietly, if you look around the cut pieces you can see dark splotches. That would be the coating, soaking through all my layers. Ugh.

Well, obviously I’m going to try again. This cream puff art has proven to be a challenge! But it will be a while. I have rules on my work flow. Currently, you see, I’m fulfilling a craft order. This means crafts are “turned on”. When the order is fulfilled, I go back to being a scholar and comic artist again.

Eh. It’s a living. Or it would be, if I got successful at it.

Tribes

I finally started on a paper and/or book I’ve been planning to write for a couple of years last night. This is to be an academic adventure, something along the lines of why I went to college in the first place. Despite being accused of never using my degree.

Maybe it was the monthly migraine that spawned it, I dunno. I was sure lightheaded and out of my mind last night. In any case, I rarely write academically. Taking over and completely revamping my husband’s paper into the full-fledged book, The Page of Cups, was the last I was able to find the time to do that. Then life happened, as it does, along with survival. Wave a small flag here, please.

For those of you who don’t know, I’ve been working to drop some of my work load for a long time now so that I can find time to be an author again. Currently that work load is light enough that I can consider moving forward. The drawback of course is that we’re being sued by one of my husband’s credit cards for not paying the bill enough. And I’m constantly grinding my teeth at night as I worry about money. But things are as they are and some of it is beyond my control. I shall write, then.

The trick is not to let it take over my time with The Heavenly Bride or any of my other adventures. In my mind it shouldn’t take me long to write this paper. I’m not aiming to put out a 10,000 page thesis, I just want to put out some brief information in regards to a topic people seem to be very ignorant about. I will tell you that my quest is historical in nature. I’m currently looking at the Middle Paleolithic Era, as far as research goes, and learned something new about homo erectus this morning. I feel special.

I do love being a scientist on the times that I can actually be one. It’s just something I’ve always enjoyed. So for as long as I’m able to write my paper without interruption I should be quite pleased with myself. But we shall see.

Time to put the paper aside for the day and return to being a comic book author and worker bee. I’ve got commissions to fill. I’ve got the next Heavenly Bride page to get going before my primary job has rush jobs for me to do….