I am so annoying. I bite my nails. I get excited around new people. I talk to strangers and have lengthy, meaningful conversations with them. My kids will probably have very many more to add when they're in therapy down the road, but this blog is mainly about my nervous *artsy* habits.
For instance, keeping my hands buried in polymer clay helped me quit smoking. When you can get absorbed enough in a project that 3 hours go by and you haven't realized it, you have a new habit.
I am a mixed media artist. I know lots of low-level things about a lot of different art techniques. If I have any artistic superpowers, it's in my ability to see how all those different things work together. So, "mixed media artist" is the way to go for me.
I have done a lot of jewelry lately, but I'm also making murals out of resin and painting peacocks on wine glasses, and making wine charms for those glasses.
The best part? My family still likes to see me - even the extended third-cousin once removed variety. I come bearing gifts, y'all.
Waiting to the muse to speak,
Kerry