I had a conversation with a friend about hand prints and why we stop doing them as adults. ‘Because our hands don’t grow,’ she said, and a very valid point that I had not thought of.
Then we discussed that they do when we gain or loose weight, not that you’d want to document that anyway.
But I document near enough everything, I enjoy making things with no expectations and since I have no hand prints of my current and final hand size, I wanted one.
I used the back of my hand, pressed into air dry clay. I then painted it with water colour paint, then repainted the bits I didn’t like – and then painted more and wish I didn’t. Oh well!
I hope it isn’t seen as a vanity thing, because I really enjoyed it and want to make more.
(Even if it is, I suppose it doesn’t matter, because they’re for me)
Successfully did Veganuary with this guy…
And ate a lot, a lot of food…
Finally begun reading again, in hopes for some quiet…
And finally, my love for clay deepened…
Clay seems to be the one at the moment and I’m trying something that normal people naturally do – which is sticking to one thing. Clay. Clay is a’callin’.
I’m into my Moon Faces right now. I have six drying from today and six all ready to be hung up. It started when I was playing with a face on a house, Mr above, and I fell in love. I then broke his chimney and felt terrible, so made a plaster out of fabric and fixed him up.
He’s mine, Mr. But these others will eventually be up for sale. Like, I have to name them first.
My big Moon Faces will be varnished and left as they are, but the little ones will all have painted lips and little details. They’ve got attitude, what can I say.
They’re ridiculous. I love them.
You probably won’t remember last night when you wanted to scratch your own brain out – that’s how you seem to work.
Nor remember today, once the storm had passed.
But please try and remember that it does pass.
It does pass.
You need to be tested.
Sentences pop into my brain every once in a while which sums up what I’m feeling or even advice for getting through it. It’s almost like there’s someone else in here with me that just points something out which steers me in the right direction. There isn’t a little man in here though, it’s an a culmination of all my thoughts jumbled up then like on Count Down it’s my job to find the words. It’s a little dose of clarity I need every once in a while.
Other thoughts I’ve had the past week or two that were so strong I had to write down;
Don’t become stagnant.
Exercise is the baseline for some stability.
You feel like you have so much to offer the world so why aren’t you offering it?