BAD ART COMES FROM THE HEART
Fred Beshid, curator of the Museum of Fred said, "Making art is too important to be left only to art professionals" Art made by non-professionals also happens to be a lot more charming. The naive charm of bad art will never fade for me. I've spent the past couple of days perusing online thrift store art galleries. All of the below images from from the PBS Thrift Store art gallery and Bill Davenport's gallery. Thank you for sharing these, Paul and Bill.
It's a good thing I love crude art so much because that's the only kind of art I'm capable of creating, as evidenced by the following images.
I have a history of inflicting my inexpert artistry on my poor clothes. I did these jeans at the tender age of fourteen. My mom gave me an old pair of her Levi's and I went crazy on them with Sharpies/fabric pens. At the time I was really into Swedish Dala horses. (Yeah, don't ask..)
I wore them all that summer in San Miguel de Allende...and I still wear them sometimes these days.
This jacket that was sent to me by Aritzia. It's a little too blah for my style but it's still basically a cute jacket...the perfect candidate for a paint job!
But before I go in for the kill I've got to warm up. Can't decide between demented baby animals or perverted fairies theme. Here are few little practice runs I did.
This DIY could take a while...don't expect to hear updates too soon. I want to cake it up with so much paint that the jacket crackles and leaves a trail of flakes everywhere I go.
Wish me luck with my bad art!