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“Artwork & Other Insanity”
I made this one after a conversation with my mum about how we all seem to wear our hearts on our sleeves and get screwed over because we’re so transparent with out feelings/thoughts/desires. I sometimes wonder if the freedom that comes with being so honest is worth the emotional blows?? But I’m not sure debating this matters since we can’t seem to function any other way 🙂
It’s like an emotional hoodie lol; it’s zipped open because we are always spilling our baggage all over the place. It was difficult adding the zipper down the front, I couldn’t get the clay to set right without it already in place (I had wanted to glue it in after it dried) but instead I ended up pinning it in place while still wet. The pins started to rust and made red spots through the clay, so I took it as a sign and knew I had to continue the…
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