I become attached to everything.
(I say this now because I bought a rug off craigslist and it’s my first time sitting on it, about to do art. I’ve wanted my own rug, that I chose, since my parents bought a terribly coarse one for me to play on as a child. For some reason I feel like this one is going to stay with me for quite a long time. It’s beautiful for being so old. It’s fringe has tangled to match the vine patterns all over it and they seem to move in the dark light.)
These attachments started with my stuffed animals.
When your little, your stuffed animals are alive, they have little spirits and they protect you from sadness and fear. I still have a lot of mine, I still cannot bear to part with them. I have a few favorites, they’re the ones that have been there for me the most often.
Sometimes I put them in my art. They represent my childhood and they are, in a way, my protectors.
Not many people follow me and I’m fine with that, but if you want to know me, understand my art, learn why I do it. I will tell you here. Just read and if you want, ask.
If you see a bunny with flowers, a tiger, or a red lizard. Those are Slipper, Tiger, and Liz (very creative names for a young girl) they’re in my picture for a reason.