Another day, another collage… I am just continuing with the cuttin’ and pastin’ at the moment, as that’s what I am in the mood to do. I have learnt to not fight these moods and just go with it. I finished this piece in record time, even though it was a larger canvas (8 x8″) and a much larger image than I am used to working with. I was a bit nervous drawing those antennae in…a steady hand was required and a steady hand I do not possess. However – deep breath held – I managed to do them (in permanent marker no less – scary!)) and I am kinda pleased with the way they look. Silly how something as tiny as a symmetrical, even and non-wonky pair of antennae can make you happy 🙂
I struggled for ages (as per usual) to find the right word for this fellow but then I came across “changeling” and it seemed to fit. Not exactly a faerie baby swapped at birth for a human bub, but still…the metamorphosis from caterpillar to butterfly is magical in itself. Besides, one of my favourite books is “The Stolen Child” by Keith Donohue, and that’s about changelings and, well, that has nothing to do with this picture whatsoever, but I am going to reference here it anyway, so there!
Back to work tomorrow, where I become a different kind of changeling. One who has to swap their magical, delightful, pyjama-wearing, tea-drinking world of art-making for their less than thrilling “proper” job. Sigh… But one must pay for art supplies (and tea), so jobs are a necessity. And a blessing, if you take into account the tough economic times we are in. I do try to remember that, but it’s hard some days when I would rather be up to my eyeballs in art materials than over due library books.
This week I am trying to make some changes though. I’ve started a meditation course (literally just started it last night – I will sitting cross-legged on the floor omming before you know it!), I’m determined to try and get up earlier (or at least on time), and I am going to work very hard on reducing my stress. After a series of medical tests showed there was no physical reason why I should be having some of the health issues I’m experiencing, I have to accept that I allow stress to effect my life too much. I have to take charge and be responsible for my own well-being. Which is tricky. But I’m going to try. And keep trying. And trying even when I don’t feel like it. Which, I fear, will be most of the time. Because change is hard, and even something unpleasant like being stressed-out all the time can be a hard habit to break. It will mean I have to start worrying less about everyone (difficult) and learning to say NO sometimes (nearly impossible) and being less critical of myself (completely impossible). But I gotta try.
I don’t think I will become a butterfly overnight, but maybe I can slowly-but-surely break out of my cosy anxiety/stress/worry cocoon and give those crumpled-up wings a bit of an airing. And who knows? Once I’m out, maybe my antennae will be less wonky than I imagine them to be 🙂