when i was a kid i had moments of being so fucking diabolical because i realized at some point the best way to leverage power over my family was to do shit that would make everybody late
our house was in the middle of nowhere surrounded by woods so when i decided i didnt want to wear dresses anymore if we were going to some event & my parents insisted i had to wear a dress i would just go hide in the woods. was so committed i almost made us miss a flight once bc my mom packed a dress in my suitcase
i only promised to stop doing this if my parents got me formal boys clothes to wear which eventually they did. i don’t feel bad about resorting to violence bc i asked politely and they said no. proud of 10 yr old me for evil annoying lesbian behavior
5th grade was the last time I wore a dress for school pictures. When my parents attempted to force the issue for 6th grade, I climbed onto our roof and pulled the ladder up after me. My dad borrowed the neighbors ladder. As soon as it touched the roof I pulled it up too. By the time I had 3 ladders they were willing to negotiate, and 2 hours late for work.
The amount of times you have frogged and redone that project? Oh, the remarkable things you have learned honing your craft!
That project with those small mistakes in them that make you feel bad everytime you see them? Proof that even in this machine and AI driven world, you can still make something wonderful by hand.
Those stitches you dropped? Great practice for remaining calm and problem solving, even when you need a break to do so!
That project you have been staring at, but find too difficult to start? It’s always nice to have a goal, and even better to take a chance and trust yourself!
Part of making is learning. Part of learning is being kind to yourself. And if you can only ever make dishclothes? They are so useful, and good gifts, and, as long as you have fun making them, perfect. :)
There was a character in a book I read once who was described as “handsomely fat” and that phrase is stuck in my brain forever. The author really was like “no shut up, they’re charismatic, they’re good-looking, they’re handsomely fat. not just handsome AND fat; them being fat is directly contributing to their good looks. you agree.” and they were RIGHT
Hey if you ever worry that your art is too self-indulgent and weird, consider the following:
You know Franciso de Goya? Yeah that Goya. The one who painted “saturn devouring his son” and the other 13 of what are called his “black paintings”, which are dark, creepy, and while you might not know all the other ones, if you only vaguely recognise the name Goya, the first image to pop into your head is probably this one:
Unless you’ve got an art history degree. This post isn’t aimed at people with an art history degree. Anyway, those of you who aren’t into art history probably only vaguely know the story, of how he was a painter and these 14 were his private paintings, only painted for himself, not commissioned by a customer and never intended to be publicly displayed. People were shocked when they were first discovered, due to how starkly different they were from his other, more traditional and conventional paintings.
This is the part I want you to meditate on: Goya also made plenty of normal art for normal people. A whole bunch of perfectly normal paintings.
Hello hello! After such wonderful support in the Selkie’s Promise woven blanket, I’m back with new designs for what is now the Mythos Majesty collection!
Check out the campaign below! Thank you for any interest or engagement! 💛
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