I sent an exhibition proposal for December or later, but there was an opening in October, so despite not having the work done yet I decided to take it.
The show will be called Inheritance and it addresses the conflicts and ethics of various animal rights issues, such as factory farming and animal testing by the cosmetics industry. It combines drawing, painting, and installation. The original proposal needed to be simplified a bit for the sake of time and money, but the changes actually seem to work better (at least in my mind) than before. They’re a bit more dynamic. I’m really excited and nervous about it.
The local animal rights group might help me with the food at the reception. Fingers crossed. It’d be really great if the reception could be the combined effort of many individuals, especially on the local level. The reception will be entirely vegan, although I’ve heard that some people only go to art shows for cheese. Hm.
The past week and a half has been almost continually about collecting images: faces, bruises, skin irritation, nude females, mastitis, etc. My cats really like to be in the reference photos. Maybe I should just paint my cats. A whole show dedicated to my future as a cat lady.
(By the way, the two “poses” above are not going to be included. I just thought they were good representations of my cats’ individual style for getting in the way. Because I know how much you care about my darling cats.)
Last night I moved like a ninja while someone chased me, I think it was a man. The woman who was supposed to kill me decided not to kill me after all, and we faked my death. But this man discovered that I was still alive and started hunting me again.
I was afraid of the water, as always, but I would climb out of windows and safely maneuver down to the ground. During waking hours, I am not so certain of my balance and strength. It’s tempting, though.
One of these days, I will take pictures of the work in my sketchbook and developing in my paintings. In the meantime, here are some things I have found somehow or other:
Images from Tumblr that are sadly not credited. (Not my doing. They came to me that way.) If you know who I should attribute these images to, please let me know.
I am still really interested in gems, diamonds, stones, and sparkly things. My last batch of work did not curb stomp the little buggers out of me. I just replaced my eyeballs with rubies and my jaw with a gold necklace of emerald and diamonds and pearls and tiger eyes and amethyst. It’s an odd look, I must admit.
I’ve always been interested in prostitutes, so that should be no surprise at all.