Painted Angels: Epilogue

 

 

It's been a year and a half exactly since I left that fateful AO3 comment. In that time, I created (and kept) twenty painted angels or angel wings. Many of them are named angels with their own iconography, though some were intended to be a named angel and I ended up trying something else and some were just to try out the technique. One is wood, two fresco (plaster), one silk, one plastic, and fifteen glass; including seven fused, four shard, and four regular cut. They come in every color and every size.

 They take up my entire dining room table plus a nearby four-by-two table. 

I...really don't know what to say about this project. I'm proud of it. I worked really hard and I learned a lot (and now I have a stack of paintings and no room for them) and I got to flex my creative brain in all sorts of new ways. I've certainly needed the outlet in this year of COVID.

The wonderful thing about art I make with my hands, as opposed to writing, is I make it for me and I'm not hung up on getting validation for it, no comparing kudos stats or waiting for comments in my inbox.  Still, I hope the author thinks this is cool and not creepy-obsessive. Thanks to my discord server for opinions on color combinations, my glass teacher for putting up with me requiring specialty firings (though I do work there now, AFTER a forty-hour work week at my real job, so I think they're getting a good deal out of it), my parents for not minding when I took over half the garage with art supplies and THEN set up a paint studio in the dining room after it got cold, and Adorkastock for existing and having a use-in-any-way-as-long-as-you-link policy.

My next project involves blending glass fusing and wood, which means I've branched out into pottery to make wood-shaped molds with--wish me luck, and I'll see you soon!