What the Rock?! for September. And while I'm usually quite good at time management, I seemed to have grossly miscalculated the manufacturing time of a few items. Last minute scrambling makes art feel not so fun. Grrr...
Deep breath. Martini sip. Another deep breath. Another martini sip.
But I have one more night. And many items are finished or nearly so. And I'm going to play World of Warcraft most of the day on Sunday and take a long run through the park. That will be nice.
If you're out and about for Gallery Hop this Saturday, you will get to see the window during it's first full day of displayness. And I might be hanging out in the store or next door at Rivet, so please come find me and tell me what you think. And if you don't like it... just please lie.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
|One of several masks and other clown-related items for What the Rock?!'s September window display.|
It did make me wonder though why I have such a love for clowns when of all phobias, coulrophobia (fear of clowns) is among one of the most popular of the bunch. For the most part, I have phobias-a-plenty (most of the environment-related ones, all of the disease/parasite/medical-related ones, driving down High Street, people, etc.), so for someone prone to fear you would think that clowns would be a "sure thing". I guess what draws me to clowns is the controlled mystery. The ability to hide while still being present. The ability to perform then to disappear. To be able to take it off. Wash it away. Return to the mundane. If that's not the most romantic notion ever, I'm not sure what is.
So please, if you are not prone to clown anxiety, stop by and see the fruits of my current passion and be entertained, repulsed or something in between.
I think we all have the urge to be a clown, whether we know it or not.