I'm never doing this again. I'll see it through this time, but boy, I really felt the weight of it here. Or is this just the swansong of laziness and malaise? Will I emerge, after 100 days, a creative genius who shits gold and teacups?
Here is set 3.
Day 41: In dust. 20+ days ago, we were still in the old house, still packing. It feels ages away now, even though we're still in the process of moving stuff. I never realised how messy my desk was until this day.
Day 42: Scrunched up paper bag. I was in the middle of a Windward game and didn't want to leave my seat. Necessity really is the mother of invention.
Day 43: Sewing pins. It very slightly triggers my trypophobia (don't look that up).
Day 44: Theta teacups. I've been drawing teacups in my filofax to remind me to make one each day - over time, they got so sloppy, they started to look like theta symbols. So onto a postcard they went.
Day 45: Tea light. A desperation teacup; my art supplies were packed away. It has given me the urge to draw on everyday things.
Day 46: Rubber stamp teacup. Cut and delivered by CustomMadeStamps.com.au. If I could do this over, I'd make the cup rim bigger to prevent blotting, but this will do for now.
Day 47: Ink on felt foot. We moved all the big furniture that day. It was our first night in the new house. :)
Day 48: Drawing my feelings. On the evening after a good day.
Day 49: "Tea Party" triptych in pencil. To be coloured on another day.
Day 50: Air-dry clay. To be painted on another day.
Day 51: Shadow box. My boss made me a cardboard teacup in a knowledge-sharing meeting. Making a shadow box has been on my craft bucket list for ages. Now it has happened.
Day 52: Beads and craft wire. This was very fiddly, it hurt, and made my fingers smell. I didn't remember til the very end that there were brand new needle-nose pliers in the other room. Bloody heck.
Day 53: Masking tape sculpture. With paper tablecloth from @corridorgirl.
Day 54: A @yuliia_bahniuk fan art. Check out her drawings - they're adorable!
Day 55: Steaming cup. Our new mirror. Our new bathroom. Foggy from the best new shower with hot water that doesn't run out like a bastard.
Day 56: Teacup in the sky. Drawn while waiting for my Secret Garden colouring book to arrive. Maybe I will colour this another day.
Day 57: Chia seeds and pear carving. Caught this just in time. The following day, my pears started turning brown and drippy.
Day 58: Hints, lines. I wish I had used colour.
Day 59: Tea Times. Masthead for a new, very tiny zine project.
Day 60: Curry. Out at dinner with friends.
Set dragged on a bit. Sorry to sound negative. Some pieces were fun, and it was nice having an excuse to try things, but I'm feeling antsy. I want to explore my other projects, but that means twice the teacup effort the next day, thrice the day after that.
Dealing with desperation teacups was a fun challenge. I think the lesson for this set has been in making the most of what I have on hand, even if it's a little odd. This is especially pronounced when I can't find things, or when I'm bored of the usual things, or when I have plans that don't involve sitting at home doodling.
Curry, a paper bag, an etching on a pear, pins in a pincushion - I like to think this proves you can make 'art' anywhere if you had to. Cavemen painted on their living room walls with rocks stolen from another caveman's back yard. We have so much more available to us today. Perhaps it's fair to say there's no excuse for not trying?
Though, excuses seemed significant for this set too. Teacups gave me an excuse to draw a colouring book page, draw a masthead for a zine, try making a teapot out of tape. I feel I never would have tried without undertaking this project. So maybe it's fairer to say the only excuse for not trying is not having an excuse to try.
I will see this through.