One of my goals this year is to make sure that I don't allow myself to be contained by any definitions or rules which I've imposed on myself. Artistically speaking, of course. I won't be making a complete break with civilized society just yet. Maybe next year.
For now, I'm happy to follow my creative impulses wherever they take me. In this case, they took me to make a book. Or a binder, actually. True bookmaking requires needles and threads and something akin to sewing. In my world, that inevitably leads to pinholes in my fingertips, lots of bad words, and a big 'ol mess. Making a binder, on the other hand, led me to learn how to use rivets. There are hammers and workbenches and hammering involved. All satisfyingly manly. Now I just need to manufacture an excuse to use power tools and I'll be able to think of myself as burly. grr.
This urge to defy being boxed-in manifested itself in the artwork. It takes fortitude and resolve to break with convention, and I'm happy to say that this Golden Owl and his sidekick have it. This is my goal for the coming year: to not be afraid to do my own thing, to soar above the heights previously achievable, to perch on the unperchable.
Also, to get as much gold as I possibly can. And maybe a sidekick.
Pictures of the book, and details of the artwork: Golden Owl Triumphant(ly lounging around)