Bones

It's hard to be have a lot of creative bones in your body, especially when they don't seem to connect. 

Nothing ever feels good enough to be called artistic, just okay enough to say I tried. This year I am pushing really hard to find a way to connect all the pieces, to make something that is true to what I see in my head. I've always been really into collages and scrapbooking- it's like the only acceptable reason for hoarding things like pieces of fabric and gum wrappers without being eligible for mental help. When I first started buying cd's (ugh like over a decade ago), I would save the weird protective tape that sealed the cd and keep it with the cd booklets. I have no clue why. But tonight I found a good one and it reminded me that I am still the little weirdo from 10 years ago. Still singing along to the same music. Still collecting and doodling and dreaming. Still making fart jokes and bouncing back and forth from lipgloss to mens deodorant. The above scan is the first thing that I have made that I don't mind sharing and I think that's a huge success.

Thank you to Tami for taking my picture.