Death and Art

Yes, I still actually have a blog here even though I haven't written in awhile. Well,  I've written some really great things in my head but now they are lost to the universe so what's left is a bit sparse. It's deadline time. I have a fluctuating deadline for my commissioned quilt so it's by the wayside this week as I get ready for two Day of the Dead exhibits coming up that have FIXED deadlines. Oh October. The season of the Skull. I'm not even sure I like what I've done but since I'm committed they'll have to be ready, varnish dry, by this Friday. If someone didn't set those deadlines for me I might never finish anything, because, in truth, I either get bored or dissatisfied by most of my work. And then once it is turned in, once it is to appear in public, I then get anxious and want to tear it off the wall and cover it with gesso. "Don't look! Turn away!"
  With that in mind, here are a few deathly images:

Death and the Maiden....just a small section of a larger painting.

A Catrina that I keep changing the colours on.

Some falling leaves on a canvas that has yet to be completed.

I don't care what anyone says. Art is hard. And sometimes, no matter how many hours of sweat you put into it, and how many dollars in supplies you waste, it fails.