It was simple!

This was my task today: spend at least two hours on art, and not just on ATCs (although it's fine if I do some; I'm having a lot of fun playing with things in small format, especially when I have excess or leftover paint).  Nope, today it's my task to play with things and actually stretch myself.  Either I figure out my colors for finishing the two backgrounded-but-otherwise-not-sketched-out canvases, or I play with other stuff entirely and dip my toe into this whole 'collage' thing.  It's perfectly reasonable.

So why am I still sitting at my computer? 

Stupid Internet. Stop being so interesting!

Today was a great day to do some art

Seriously, cool cloudy light in the morning, nice bright sunshine in the afternoon, not too cold, not too hot.

So why did I spend the day moving a tree?  (I say 'moving' in hope; I very much hope that that's the proper term, rather than 'killing', but man it was hard to get that sucker free.  And either way, it couldn't stay where it was.  Alas.).

Art would be much easier if the rest of life would just stop for a few minutes.

Art is my addiction

Or, This is what happens when you try to reinvent yourself.

My name is Shannon, and I am an artist.

Sounds like something you'd stand up and say at an addiction meeting, doesn't it?  And it's not far off, for two reasons.

First, the first step to changing what you are is stating what you are.  Claiming an identity, whether it's the one you want to shed or the one you want to step into, has to happen in order for life to go on with purpose.

And second, yeah. Art is my addiction. (Or the conversation my mom used to have when we were at craft shows, "I only sell crafts to support my habit."  "What habit is that?" "Making crafts.")  There's so much more to learn out there than I ever will, and so much more to play with than I could ever get bored of.

Art is my addiction.

And it is SO MUCH FUN.