Life Book Class 2012 - Secret Person

After weeks of battling my inner critic, I finally worked on the project for Week 30. We were suppose to come up with a picture of a helpful critic (secret person) we could turn to to shut up our bad inner critic. I didn't paint the face like in the instructions, but drew it on drawing paper, and then put it on top of the collaged background I had created. The background didn't photograph well at all, as I used some silver paper along with others with silver writing. The background kind of faded out in the photo. Anyway, it was another case of just draw, don't try to make it perfect, and just take whatever comes out. At least it looks like a person. I'm very happy to have finally done another project. I beat down my inner critic one more time! I wish that thing would just go away!

My trip to our daughter's was postponed until tomorrow, Sunday, but I hardly touched the computer this past week anyway. Our two year old grandson, unbeknown to us, swallowed 3 small, round batteries. No one knew until one showed up in his diaper. That necessitated a trip to the emergency room as we had no idea if he had swallowed more or what. They did x-rays, and determined that two more were in his intestines. That was okay, as it meant they had passed through his stomach and shouldn't get stuck anywhere. However, I was the one who lifted him unto the x-ray table, and while doing so, one of us moved the wrong way. I wrenched my back. Corben just turns 2 tomorrow, but he's as big as some 4 year-olds. It doesn't pay to get old! I've been in pain all week, and living on Ibuprofen. I didn't even do one digital collage.

To make a long story short (woops, too late for that), it will be another week now before I will be able to visit your blogs. Don't give up on me. I haven't kicked the bucket yet.

Inner Critic

In order to quiet your inner critic, you have to recognize it first.

Elements from Mr. Whiskers' kits "Masks" and "Steampunk" at deviantscrap.com.

My mother has been very ill. She is 82. We've been busy taking care of her and my father, and I haven't been able to visit blogs lately. My brain is shot. I'm trying to still create my digital collages to keep from freaking out, though. I don't know. After looking at this one, maybe I already did.

Inner Critic

I don't know why I'm totally nuts, but I am. (Actually I do know why, but . . . ) There are lots of times when I really want to draw, but my inner critic tells me I can't do it. I despise my stupid inner critic! He stops me from doing all kinds of things. Sometimes I beat him down enough to get some kind of art created, but most of the time, he just pops right back up and I freeze. Well, the picture below is the start of a character I want to draw. What you see is as far as I got. I told myself I'm going to post it, because maybe by at least doing that, it will allow me to see I'm not totally untalented. It's that darn critic's fault I'm not more productive. I remember reading that SARK met a policeman, and after talking with him for a while, she asked him to arrest her inner critic and put him in jail. That's one smart idea. Does anyone know where I can find a policeman to help me out?