I had a painting party with a couple of friends a while back and we painted some peg dolls. A friend was browsing for Disney Princess peg dolls on Etsy for her daughter’s dollhouse and actually paid $60 for a set of 5. $60!!! After a comment from me that I could do it for much less, she hit up Urban Source, found some peg dolls and we spent a rainy afternoon squinting our eyes and proceeded to paint.
It’s the irreversible part of time that gets to me. As much as I wish physicists would get their act together and find a method of time travel already, it seems for the period of my existence, I will only be moving forward. Most things that have become part of my memory will stay forever as memories, sometimes with a smile to accompany them. There are occasions when I look back and think about how I could have done things differently and if I had, where I would be now. At the end of it all, even though it’s a nice distraction to fantasize about how things could have been, I accept the irreversible nature of time, and I am content with who I am, and the fact that I wouldn’t be who I am if I had done things differently. It turns out time makes us wise(r).
I realized the other day that I don’t have a single analog clock in my home. At this stage of human progress, many things have turned digital. Once upon a time, people wore their time piece at the end of a chain and had to make sure that their watches were properly taken care of to provide functionality.
Not that I want to live in a time where I had to rely on the position of the sun to tell me what my daily activities should be, but I think something is lost when I look at a clock and can just see the exact time. In a world of efficiency, it works. In moments of drifting off into space, I don’t want to know exactly how long it took for me to get out of my daydreaming. The only thrill from knowing the exact time is catching the clock at 11:11.
Thus, another project borne out of nostalgia for the simpler days of life when I can just lay in bed and hear the clock tick and know that my life will keep on moving.
So I found a way to get my side wall and missing front piece from the dollhouse I was working on and can move on towards assembling it.
Then I realized, at some point, I would want to have it painted, so it’s not a drab wood colour all the time, and figured the easiest way to have that done is to paint it before assembly.
I’ve put together dollhouses before painting them, and it is indeed easier to paint before assembly, especially since I don’t have hands for precision strokes all the time. But, painting in pieces in incredibly time consuming. Painting the pieces in the right colour scheme is also quite difficult when there are a jumble of different pieces.
After painting so many different pieces though, I’ve familiarized myself with where each one should go, so assembly will be a snap once the paint job is done.
It’s hard not to love nature when one is living on the west coast. Especially in Vancouver, where there are a lot of parks at arm’s reach. One of the ways I practice my doodling is with drawing trees and branches. This particular painting doesn’t have leaves on it, the frame is too small to get too elaborate, but it’s the first time I actually used paint and not pen to draw the branches. I think it turned out quite well for a first attempt.
Practice makes perfect though. Eventually, this will blossom into something else entirely.