Play, serious work in disguise

I have been working on artist statements for two weeks now. What was originally done in play has now turned serious. I have had to provide meaning, my meaning, to explain what and why I did what I did. I have no idea, the muse made me do it! I could have easily written the muse did it in all three boxes on the Book Arts exhibition form. That would not be lying, but somehow I knew they wanted more and that it also needed to be spelled correctly, and grammatically correct and the words used in their proper form. Double ding dang, I love to make up words and on occassion use them incorrectly. I mean Sara Palin gets away with it. Why can't I?

So, yes, the little kindergarten artist in the wildly splattered painter's smock in me has been kicked out of the kindergarten room and sent to first grade class, to sit at a desk and write. However, I still need to play! Giggle, now that I am in first grade - I can use a knife, right? Below - the latest play with the muse.

You know all the storm damage we had this year? Yeah, I am whittling away at it -giggle- one paint brush at a time. The willow is a dream to carve. Maybe my muse and I will make some paper made out of the bark too and maybe some more figures, and maybe some more books and made a couple of gates for the garden and....