In the intro I mentioned that I've been visiting a lot of museums and galleries and lately and checking out a lot of art. But that's not what got me started doing this. Getting my heart broken is what spawned it--hence the title. But along the way a funny thing happened. Even though I started out planning things that were totally--and obviously--about that heartbreak, those original ideas slowly mutated into completely different ideas and concepts. And they've turned (and are still turning) into things that don't really have anything to do with lost love. I mean, some of them are a little dark, but hey, I like ultramarine blue and it's dark; shoot me.
I've often said I started writing fiction when I was five or six, and that's true. But from what I've seen of all the childhood relics of mine that my mother saved, I was trying to do "art" before I even knew how to write. (Here's an example; thanks Mom.) And I seemed to do a lot of mixed medium things. (One of my favorites involved construction paper and plaster of paris.) I'm not sure why I was drawn to that back then, but now I'm doing mixed medium things because, well, because I can't draw to save my life, so I'm doing what I can do. Which seems to be putting a lot of varied elements together in a unique way. Yeah, "unique way," that's the ticket.
And not that I'm trying to excuse anything, but they all DO look better in person. (Especially "Rat Heart.")