Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Mz.Titwaddle

embroidery floss on muslin
couching stitch

She doesn't need arms or legs, she doesn't need a brain, nope all she needs are boobs. A walking waddling boob. She was a doodle in my sketchbook and borne out of a response to a story about a boob job gone wrong. What is with this obsessive need to have giant static grapefruit sized boobies in the usa. Woman reduced to nothing more than a giant chest walking down the street. No grand goals in life like wanting to be a doctor, a nurse, a mother, an artist, a teacher, or enriched with intellect, no it's to have HUMONGOUS titties.

sketchbook doodle

I LIKE PRETTY
I had an acquaintance tell me she saw some lovely landscape embroidery in a British mag and would I like it, then she corrected herself and said " well it's too pretty for you probably".
I smiled and said, "I do pretty too you know".
I wish people would get past this idea that I only focus on dark subjects, just even a cursory look at my portfolio shows I express a range of subjects.
As I told another acquaintance, I don't sit and think about what I should and shouldn't do.
Most of the time my work is a visual response to something I have heard, or seen or felt.
Simple as that