It took me a full week of working in short bursts to complete last week’s Life Book lesson. I know I frequently mention how busy my schedule is but last week was truly, utterly, completely ridiculous. I needed teleportation or cloning skills to make it work. Since I don’t possess superpowers or ethically questionable advanced science skills, what I did instead was rush around, stress myself out, and try to reconcile myself with the fact that I would have to drop some really very important commitments. It really ought to have been a week when I accepted that there was zero time for art but I decided that I might risk imploding if I did not have some small gobbets of art time to aid me in decompressing throughout the week. Across seven days, therefore, I gradually added to the piece, little by little, in the tiny rations of available free time I had. The quality of my work may have suffered as a result but it may just have prevented me from spontaneously combusting from stress.
The lesson was taken by Vicky Papaioannou and involved created a whimsical sort-of self-portrait that conveyed a message about creative ideas, energy, mojo flowing from the creative person. My sort-of self-portrait ended up being a much younger, slimmer, more attractive me but I think there is enough of my features and proportions in there for it still to be a “selfie”. What is artistic license for if you can’t make yourself much more bonnie? My creative flow is represented by the hair – also a fudge of reality since my hair is not that long and is salt-and-pepper rather than black. I added a pen, pencil, and paintbrush to the hair by way of illustrating my creativity and stamped the phrase “create something every day” onto the figure’s torso – going horribly wrong with the stamping since I smudged the lettering. Never mind. I think the phrase was quite apt given my context.