I suppose it all began when Austin visited Sunday and left with his "Surfer Crossing" sign, much to my grief. I'd grown VERY attached to it. I started to remember what the room used to look like when Austin lived here. Almost every wall was decorated somehow: memoirs, posters, a giant painting...Even his refrigerator was personalized with art.
I look around at the very same walls and I notice that the only things attached to them are my chibi angel/evil cutouts (from back when I did my photography self-portrait), and my Maxine calendar (which will need replaced before I know it). I never had much wall art in my Colby apartment either: my calendar and clock, and a print I'd done in art appreciation, at the most. My walls say nothing about me. They're just...there...holding up the roof and keeping the Kansas wind out.
Yep. It's boring alright. Sure, I have other means of decorating, but it isn't enough to keep from being overwhelmed by white. And that, my blog readers, is why I have come to an important decision. It is in my power and ability to COVER my walls with my personality. How would I accomplish such a task, you are probably not wondering? Well, I have paper. Sketch and printer paper. I also have many crayons, markers, sharpies, pens, and colored pencils. I have divided my walls into 8 sectors for art to go. I have assigned to those sectors a theme and number of pages to be placed.
There are some themes that I simply do not have the talent or patience to draw. That is where my lovely printer comes in. For instance: a few themes I will be printing are Seasons, Abstract, and Anime. One page from the Music sector will be printed, as well. The rest I shall (attempt) to draw and color. *gasp!* Amy? Coloring? :O Yes.
You may also not be asking yourself "How the heck is she going to stick all that up?" Well, I'll tell you: It won't be duct tape. I love duct tape, but in my experience, it falls off after time and the adhesive leaves a yellow stain of hardened goo. I would also like to take all my wall decor with me when I move. Lucky for me, these walls are drywall and I have several tacks that I wouldn't use for anything else...except maybe to stab something that's getting on my nerves.
Wish me luck! And that concludes my organized thought. Ladybugs are immune to finger guns. I enjoy crocheting hats. I want the highs back in the mid 70's so that I can enjoy a hammock nap. That is all. *salute*
