The cover page of my art journal. I wrote "I'm like a nother bird at this moment, giving birth to my artwork. Seeing my ideas cracking into real creative pieces, I feel proud, full of the joy of an expecting mum. It's wondrous". INDEED IT IS.
I am TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY in love with distress ink and rubber stamps. Tim Holtz is a creative genius for his inventions. I've been busy with my blending tool, getting my hands dirty on all 12 colours I got. I love how you could NEVER go wrong with the distress ink. He should have market it and call them NO-STRESS ink. =D Seriously, anyone could be an artist using his materials. There's just so much potential and freedom. I think I'm obsessed with the image of birds. Maybe it's a sign that I wish to fly so badly. Hence the signing up for Kelly Rae's e-course coincidentally named FLYING LESSONS.
I remember my art therapy swaps with Jin. The bird looks gorgeous but her wings are still by her side. She's not taking flight YET. Jin says the next exercise we are gonna get her to fly. I'm looking forward to another art therapy session.
That's me. I got Sin Nee to paint those words "I am an artist" on my hands and took picture of them. I had lots of fun teaching her distress ink techniques. She was enjoying herself so much she just got lost in the creative process. My first student!the honour!I was giggling silly when she took the picture. It felt empowering. To have those words on my body. Somehow it made the statement more REAL. I am an Artist. I am proud to own it. This reality. I am proud to paint, proud to be unconventional, proud to be creative, proud to be a faithful dreamer.