The whole point of Combat Boots is to show that for every two miles our military men and women walk in their boots there are people back home waiting for them that have to walk a mile in their own. You'll find my story here as well as some things to do while your own loved one is over sees. I hope you guys enjoy and feel free to comment with your own stories!

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Freedom?

Now that I am living on my own there are some weird things I have been realizing. Especially since I don't have a job and I don't have kids to chase around the only thing I really have to worry about are online classes. Which, depending on how I feel that day can take about 45 minutes to an hour and a half of my day.

I have this strange freedom where I can just float around and do whatever I want. There's really no one telling me what I have to do when and I have very limited responsibilities. I am not going to lie, it is almost uncomfortable. I feel like this is the freedom that everyone wants to find by the time they are sixty but now I am starting to understand why people tend to go back to work after they retire.

Hanging Out

So after my panic attack about bare walls I went to my room and pouted in bed while watching Chopped on Food Network. All last night was a very upsetting pout fest.

Thank god Trevor managed to get solid internet and we were able to video call for a few hours in the morning. I really needed that to be able to get out of bed right now. I know that sounds mellow-dramatic but sometimes I just want to lay in bed all day and say fuck everything.

Anyway, today I decided to deal with the blank space on all of our walls by printing off a bunch of out wedding photos and and framing some of my artwork.

It is amazing what a few photos and paintings can do. Feels like home again.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Negative Space

Before Christmas I went crazy with decorating. I put flashing lights up on the walls and stuck up all the Christmas cards we got up with stocking and little felt penguins. I even covered the kitchen cabinets with candy cane stripped wrapping paper.

I finally took that all down today and I didn't realize how much wall space all that stuff was taking up. There are huge bare spots everywhere and it feels like it did when we first moved in. Now that Trevor is gone along with all the stuff covering the walls everything feels empty here and I am not sure what to do about it.

As an artist I am so used to covering up the blank spots and this time I can't. It is totally out of my control and it is freaking me out.

Something I have always struggled with as an artist and a person was appreciating negative space...