Out of my wheel house

 

Isn't this card stunning?  My girlfriend Vi bought it for me.  Of course, the connection is obvious. My love of bikes is certainly no secret to anyone who knows me or my art.  But the timing of this was interesting.

 

I have been busy this week cleaning.  No, cleaning isn't the right word.  I have been gutting my little dome home.  My office was borderline hoarder territory and my closets aren't far behind.  My studio book shelf, appalling. Whenever I catch myself saying,"This house is too small!"  What I am really saying is, "I have gathered too much stuff!"  The problem is artists are natural pack rats.  Every bit of string or fabric, any scrap of paper or bead or mat board has potential to be artistic brilliance!  I don't only buy things at the store that fill up my house, I collect things I come upon or worse yet, someone gives me something that they think I can use.

 

Years ago I worked in a newspaper next to a woman named Ann.  She was a fiery redhead who loved to create cards.  She was VERY good at it. At this time in my life my creative outlet was relegated to sewing or the occasional craft project.  I thought, why not create cards?  This was before Internet or texting.  I regularly sent cards to family.  Off to the store to buy all the supplies.  Then I realized to my horror.....I was terrible at it.

 

Did you catch the detail in the handlebars?  The bike seat has the same stitching.  I can't quit marveling at the card!  But I will be strong.  After two loads of donated fabric, screen printing rack, craft totes and frames I will resist.  I will remember to leave the card making to someone else.  I am a painter,illustrator NOT a card maker!

 

Vi is taking an online card making class next month.  I know she will make some awesome things.  I will ohh and ahh over her creations.  I will then walk away and pick up a paint brush. 

 

Did you note the three D flowers?