Hey Universe, I thought we were friends? Aka, art is stressful.

I had really high hopes for this past weekend, but alas, it was not meant to be.  I was an emotional mess as the stress of finishing this project got worse and worse each day…

Here’s what my Friday night looked like:

Why I almost cried: I didn’t.  I was still happy.  I had the whole weekend to work!  I was going to get so much done :)  I worked until the wee hours of the morning.  As Misiu is demonstrating above, we were both so tired, but so productive.  And oh so naive.

Here’s what my Saturday looked like:

Why I almost cried: I was up at 7am (this is more impressive if you know I stayed up until 2am the night before, working), chipper and excited to get a whole day of work in.  At 7:30am, my hole punch broke.  In case it hasn’t been clear in the photos, I am hole punching names out.  I cannot finish this project without a hole punch.  I emailed and I called the only place I know that carries it.  And then I felt like crawling into bed the rest of the day.  But held it together and worked on other parts of the book until I heard back from the woman who said she sent out my order of two new hole punches (I am determined not to go through this again) that morning.  Thank you shady craft website.  You don’t know how much I appreciate you.  In the meantime, I figured out a very inconvenient and long way to hole punch.  Using the letter cartridges and a chapstick.  I get an A for creativity on this one.

What my Sunday looked like:

Why I almost cried: After taking a break from (art) work to go to (babysitting) work, I came home, ready to go.  I got over excited, started gluing… until I realized I was using the wrong glue.  I was using book binding glue for images that required matte medium for image transfers.  This is a huge mistake.  And I went FAST.  I glued almost 20 pages.  Ugh.  Because I cannot afford to lose paper, I made do with what I had.  Ripped off what I could, covered up what was not salvageable.  In case I didn’t get the message that the universe was against me, then my printer broke.  Meaning I could not reprint any of the images I had just mistakenly glued.  Anyway, I had a whole stack of new pages under the homemade press that is currently used simply as a weight.  Fingers crossed about progressing more smoothly this week… The universe is soooo lucky I thrive under pressure.

So, my weekend was fun.  Filled with stress, setbacks and on the constant edge of an emotional breakdown.  But despite all this, I did get a lot done.  Not as much as I wish I would have, but I am still further than before.  So there’s that… How was your weekend?

This program is partially supported by a grant from the Illinois Arts Council, a state agency.

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