From the 21st on, December was a bust, tiny art-wise. I ran out of momentum and, moreover, time, even if I did want to do art at the end of the day. Plus, my Xacto started acting up—the blade started pulling out of the holder—which made everything feel dangerous. So I took an unintended break, but now (January 3) I’m back at it, only with what I think will be fewer restrictions. Stay tuned for those. For now, here’s what I was thinking when I did December 2’s tiny work of art.
The gold background felt really luxurious when I started this, as if I were wallpapering something in gold lamé.
I had told myself it was going to be an abstract work, but then, as I started to lay it out, it became rapidly obvious that I don’t know how to truly do an abstract piece. For some reason, the thing became symmetrical in nature.
And then I remembered that I had seen a Tree of Life sculpture some time last year in Budapest.
I’d previously understood Trees of Life as being models of evolution, but the one I looked at was more decorative in nature. And then I read something about trees of life being symbols of interconnectedness.
The one I made isn’t quite that, either, but its simplicity appeals to me. I’ll try abstracts again another time.
