When you have anxiety, sharing something you have created is really scary. I’ve been writing fairly consistently, for me at least, on this blog for a month or so now. But I haven’t shared it with more than a few people because that sounds terrifying. I feel like I’m saying “Here’s my heart everyone, feel free to step on it! Have fun!”. I guess in reality, that really is what sharing something you’ve worked hard on means. I just keep seeing Grandpa Story shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head, flicking his cigar in an ashtray, then telling me to just do it and get it over with. If I was afraid of doing something, he would tell me to just get it done and over with. That’s the hardest part isn’t it? Just taking that first step to get started.
Thinking about it makes me want to barf.
Just to make myself even more nauseous, I’m dipping my toe in the idea of putting my art work out into the world. I like messy art, mixing materials, weird things… The first piece I’m sharing is inspired by a little window made out of a glass bottle in an outhouse in Mexico.
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This is the original photo I took in Puerto Vallarta. We were visiting an agave farm and this was in the little outhouse, which was an interesting abode of recycled materials. Three of the walls were cement and cinder block, the other was a large open space facing the jungle with old bottles filled with plants clippings, and the ceiling was mostly open except for a piece of wood or two. Next to the toilet was this little window made out of a glass bottle. It reminds me of a sculpture of a lady sitting down, who must have lost her head somewhere along the way. And yes, I’m 99% sure that is poop smeared on the walls.