Very rough stage, trying a new combination of mediums. Oh, how I miss my prismacolor pencils.
Long ass wall 'o text incoming.
I'm having one of those days, the weird days when you feel so restless that you're about to vibrate our of your skin. These aren't rare for me, but that doesn't make them any less unpleasant.
Some of it is identifiable. It's the need to explore a new way of creative expression. This time, it's the drive to work with clay, to sculpt. I absolutely loved that part of the pottery class I took, even if I wasn't all that good at it. So, the logical next step is polymer clay and other forms of air dry/low heat sculpting mediums. I have a recipe to make both paper clay and air dry clay, which is something I'll explore very soon, along with homemade glue for paper mache... But that leads to other problems. I don't have a lot of tin foil and masking tape to build up a form, and I have no armature wire... But those are things I can work around. I'm just... Tired. Tired of pushing ideas to the back of my mind because I'm too damned poor to get supplies. Theres always that one thing that I cant make, or find, that derails my plans. I'm also heart sore about the things that are happening, the shootings, this mindless killing, the ignorance... And feeling like, as an artist, I have a responsibility to use my art to speak out... But not knowing how. Anyway, this has been a super long rant, and I appreciate anyone who took the time read it. You all mean the world to me
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