Hello. It's been a long time since I've been here, huh. But the committee is busy in the clubhouse so they haven't noticed that I'm slacking on my blog.......hee, hee.
My friend Karen reminded me that I never showed pictures of the clubhouse that I made for my committee. The committee is what I call my inner critics. They are the internal voices of doubt and fear. No, I am not referring to a DSM-IV class of mental disorder. I'm just referring to those parts of me that can get in the way when one is attempting creative dawdling. I decided I really didn't have just one critic....I really had a committee of them. Some are loud. Some are quiet. All of them can get disruptive. Last October when I was really negotiating with the committee I made them a clubhouse. I got the idea from Magpie Girl.
It is a bit hard to photograph the clubhouse......"you won't get a good picture of it so why are you trying"......ahem....(yes, that was the committee talking as I photographed their turf)
I gave them a bit of measuring tape because you know how they love to measure me up.....this way they can do that in their clubhouse and practice for when I do ask for their advice. This is the thing about the critic, it is actually quite helpful but it needs to be given limits.
There are some random buttons and bells and baubles that the committee can play with. The five minute hourglass timer is a new thing I've given them. This pleased them.
One of my favorite parts of the clubhouse is jungle print wallpaper. I'd received some lovely birthday gifts in September and the wrapping paper, too pretty to throw away, floated around in my studio.......until the day I suddenly decided to make the clubhouse. It is just so perfect for those wild beasts, monsters, and gremlins.......draws them right into it. They love having an audience.
The clubhouse lives in a little corner shelf of my studio. I try to tell the committee to go for a walk while I work and remind them if they come back early to go hang out in their clubhouse.