So what is "funkified"? It is the way I feel just now. My little bitty desk dictionary says funk = a shrinking back from fear; v. flinch. The shrinking back part might be what I have done ART-wise for a few days. But not from fear. I tell you it is because the sun goes down so early now. I need sun to shine. I think I have to readjust every year at this time.
So do you have an inspiration journal? I do. It is a blank journal shown here. It is at my elbow and I jot down inspiration phrases, quotes, ideas, sketches, web sites and anything that I want to remember. I also glue in snippits form the newspaper as well as my own doodles.
This is today's lunchtime doodle colored with lipstick found in my desk drawer. Did you ever use lipstick? I'm challenged. More later, Sharon
I love using my hands to do anything. I get lost creating. Painting faces, collage, mixed media, and altered books are my passions.
Digging in the dirt feeds my soul. Flowers are one of God's greatest creations.
I'm shy although one might not know it. I have too many opinions and can't keep them to myself.
Every now and then, I just need to touch cloth. I use unwanted clothing, cast offs, remnants, unfinished works-in-progress, cloth napkins, table cloths, curtains, and my stash which is pretty extensive.
And then, I sit and stitch. And stitch. Because stitching calms and relaxes me. It quiets the chatter in my head and keeps me upright in the chair zone in the evenings. And that is The Cloth Side Of Me.