I’m a scrapbooker. I love it.
Oddly enough, it’s the most complex paradox in the chaos of my reality. Why? Because when I create a layout (I do manual 12×12 inch pages)…it provides me with complete and utter escapism…while the subjects of my pages ARE the chaos of my reality! ;o)
I haven’t been able to keep up at it as much as I’d like. No, not due to the hand pain…seriously…I’m going to hurt whether I sit and do nothing, or adhere bling to a piece of paper. It’s more because of a time constraint. Y’know. 5 kids…there were 4 daycare kids…3 not in school…2 behaviourally challenged sons…and a goddamn partridge in a pear tree.
But now? Life has commenced a new scene in my made-for-tv-movie kinda life.
I have time.
So it stands to reason that I would now be able to catch up on all of the creative endeavours I’ve had laying around in the back of my poor brain-fog stricken mind.
But I wanted something new to do. All of this chronic illness shit has literally turned me up and over ass-backwards…so again it stands to reason that perhaps I would want to “change it up” a bit…my creativity…
I chose to do a canvas of mixed media. *shrug* Always wanted to. Didn’t really know “how“…
[enter my BFF, Google, stage left]
It’s funny. Mixed media, as they call it…”Mixed media, in visual art, refers to an artwork in the making of which more than one medium has been employed”…is the absolute arch-nemesis of my high functioning OCD. Why? Good heavens, LOOK at it!! There is no structure in what I’ve created…no linear delegation…neither a monochromatic nor complimentary colour scheme…
Nope. Nada. Just plain…”creativity.”
I thought I might share the particulars of the elements I used. Y’know. Outline some of the reasons I chose what I did.
There’s a woman. With purple butterfly wings. Because I have lupus. And one day it’s my hope that I won’t pass away and will instead fly through life bringing beauty and inspriation.
The woman herself is not the forefront to my canvas. I don’t feel that way. I feel indescript. I feel like I fade into the background. But that’s also because I continually make sacrifices and cater to those around me. I’ve never been a “spotlight” kind of person. Ever. She has a tissue dress…from an old sewing pattern…and rulers…I’ve always had low body image…many medications alter your body image. I might be okay with my “I’ve-earned-this-ass”…but not much else.
Crown: because I’m a bloody Queen of my domain. Only room for ONE alpha in this house. And it’s me. Just sayin’. ;o)
Music on it – I used to play piano with the Royal Conservatory of Music.
Old crotchety lady – Duh.
Test tubes – man’s open mouth around one that says, “discontinued”…take your own relevance on that one…me? Lyrica. Discontinued.
Notebook cover – for my lists. And lists of lists. I’m never without a notebook!! Multiple notebooks, actually…in case I lose my other notebook.
Pharmacist Advertisement – clever.
Chocolate Advertisement – highly clever. Also ironic. I’m diabetic. Can’t eat it. Therefore, because I “can’t“…I do…*shhhhhhhhh*…it’s more of a guideline, savvy??
Sewing and quilting needles advertisement (complete with real sewing needle) – irony. How many times are we chronically ill a human pin cushion? Yet, what are you “making” with me?
Storybook – for my children. One day I will have grandchildren. I want to be there to read to them…
Map – because I want people to hear the awareness raised by the chronically ill all over the world…
Book pages (literally) – because one day I will pen the book about my made-for-tv-movie kind of life living at the rate of several “wtf’s” per hour. I might even make Oprah go “holy crap on a cracker!!”
Gears – alludes to my interest in steampunk, and is also a reference to the fact that our bodies (my body) is a machine. What you put into it is what you get out of it. Right now, my gears are askew. Through research and effort, I am attempting to correct that.
Time – there is a mask element of a stopwatch/timeclock in the top…I’m always running with time…either “on” time or have “no time” or am “out” of time…there is a metal clock at the bottom…notice there is only one hand…
There is a key…there is also a keyhole. They are nowhere near each other. This is defined by the circumstances in my life…never convenient.
These are a few of the things I thought about when crafting this. There is no particular structure, as is also defined by my circumstance.
Have YOU made/crafted something that highlights your personal struggles through illness?? I would love to see it!!
I love this stuff. It’s so…random. :o)