How painting miniature horrors became therapeutic.
"I woke up like this."
That's what the skeletons tell me. "I died and I woke up. What will I dress myself in? There's not a lot of options at a gravesite. All the clothes have rotted away. Perhaps I'll use this discarded ribbon or this empty shell?"
In any case, they tell me what they want. I dress them and name them. And painting them comes from a place of joy. And they relax me.
The First
My very first watercolor skull.
Virginia
She was the one who told me I could do this for real.
Octopus Bonnet
I knew I needed to make prints because I refused to sell this beauty.
I've always been fascinated with school portraits.
As a child I spent hours flipping through old yearbooks and looking at school photos. My sister was 5 years older and all of her classmates looked so cool. It was a test of my creativity each year to take a "cool" portrait. I rarely succeeded. But my love for school portraits has never waivered.
I hope my little friends bring you the same joy they've brought me. -Cari
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