I took some art school classes back in 2009, and one of the classes was writing. They wanted me to write a "manifesto". Mine was short:
I hate ugly, depressing, or perverted art. I believe God gave us the ability to create art to uplift and encourage others. It’s wrong to twist that purpose and make it disgusting and perverse.
I hope the things I make and draw make others happy, but my art is really only important to me. If I can’t create pretty and funny things, what’s the point in living?
One day, after I’m gone, people that see my art will scratch their heads and wonder what the heck I was doing. Perhaps they’ll wonder why I never did any “serious” art. I hope they’ll laugh, too.
I just found this in a file on my second hard drive. I had forgot about it. They wanted me to write my autobiography too, but I was not in a good state of mind at that time to write. I was working full time in a job I hated, and my attitude was horrible. I did a lot of drawings then, though. Some of my best art is from that time. Weird!
I used to write quite a bit when my kids were little. I would write funny stories with goofy characters, then read them to them. I wrote funny poems and illustrated them. Now, it seems to take more mental energy than I have to write. I'm so old! :D
This year, I'm planning on participating in Inktober. I keep telling myself I'm going to draw more, but keeping up with making crafts for my Etsy shop takes up most of my free time.
I also keep telling myself I need to read more, and I've managed to read two whole books in the past couple months! :) I'm working on a third now. This is shameful, because when I was younger I could read a novel in a couple hours. I used to read all the time. Now it's rarely and I only read nonfiction books.
Like I said, I spend most of my free time making things for my Etsy shop. I'm in the process of setting up a shop page here on my blog. It would be nice one day to totally get away from Etsy altogether. That's the plan, anyway.
Some of my recent work:
Snowbaby and Santa ornaments