Old Art

This piece got left behind when I had to leave my home in Georgia. I wasn’t really prepared during the divorce. Everything happened so fast that I ended up just throwing as much as I could into boxes and the rest was collateral damage. A bunch of my art was included.

It wasn’t my best work. I was really young when I made this in college. I was scared of the tools and didn’t put as much thought into my pieces back then. Honestly? Memories of my time before I became medicated (2013) are really hazy. My therapist(s) and I have talked about the fact I also compartmentalized a lot of my trauma. So at some point, my brain just did a memory dump for its own integrity.

I definitely had a major obsession with ravens back in the day. Almost as much as my love of owls right now. Blackbirds just really resonate with me for whatever reason.

I don’t really know what I was thinking back in the day when I made this though. I think it was at the height of my depression. I was using wood that I’d found at the park to make things for my 3D class. My ex-husband and I were living downtown and didn’t have great financials.

I also had a painting class at the same time, so I think I was trying to roll too many projects into one. At the time I was obsessed with the idea of installation pieces. Sculptures are really interesting in general to me. Since you have to consider them from many different directions. You don’t get to decide how your audience views them.

I wasn’t very deep with my artwork back in the day. Part of my final project involved bird paintings on leaves, but I didn’t think my paintings out that far ahead, and then the leaves began to dry and shrivel. So the canvas I had picked wasn’t perfect. I used pieces of the bark I had pulled off the trunk as a canvas as well.

If I got the chance to have the space, materials, and time to do art again, I’d definitely want to take a crack at this once more. With owls. And with more care and thought. I won’t say that it was horrible since I am trying to be more gentle with myself, but I feel like there’s always room for improvement.

Thanks for stopping by today, guys.

Published by Whooter

Southern Peach ๐Ÿ‘, in her 30โ€™s - Artist ๐ŸŽจ + Bibliophile ๐Ÿ“š + Geek ๐ŸŽฎ + Nerd ๐Ÿ‘“ + Animal-Lover ๐Ÿพ + Bipolar Disorder ๐Ÿ’ข x Anxiety ๐Ÿ˜จ x PTSD ๐Ÿ’ฃรท DBT Therapy โœจ + Mental Health Matters ๐Ÿง  = ME ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿฝ

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