Believe it or not, there was a thriving punk scene in Muncie, Indiana, in the 1980s. The No Bar was all ages, so I spent a ridiculous amount of time there. (Found an old T-shirt while I was cleaning out my closet.)
The plastic shades on my cheap-ass medusa lamp were crumbling. I couldn’t find replacements (I’m not spending a million damn dollars on shades for a lamp that cost $20). I removed the shades and replaced the bulbs with LED vanity bulbs. LED Edison bulbs would work, too.
I found a really ugly painting at Goodwill. The stretcher was nice, though, so I bought it with the intention of recycling it. I removed the loose strings and primed the canvas with gesso, before painting.
Andromeda
mixed media (acrylic, cotton string, beads, pottery shards, and glass) on canvas
Thomas got a bath last weekend. My mom visited, and she’s allergic to him, so I always give him a bath before she comes. He was a very good boy for her visit, but when she left, he was absolutely worn out. Being a good host is hard work.
Both of these pairs of jeans are allegedly the same size. In case you were still wondering why women hate to shop for clothes. It’s maddening. That said, the pair that fit me (that did not have fantasy sizing) had real, functional pockets.
Circus Book
single-needle coptic binding with waxed linen thread, using repurposed book boards and card stock pages
I used spacers so there would be room to add collage work without stressing the binding. Some people like fat books that won’t close, but I’m not one of those people.