I do not do vintage. I like vintage work done by others but each time I attempt “vintage” in art I have this crazy dislike and aversion to what I created. When I look at my creation I want to turn away from it, hide from it or bury it, never to be found. Since I don’t do vintage I have a difficult time identifying what is “vintage” and what isn’t “vintage”.
I have never been one for history, never interested in historical facts. I make no excuses for my lack of interest. That’s just who I am, in real life, and in art. (The facts of my own history have always been more than enough for me to handle.)
I look to the younger generation and respect their aversion to acquiring furniture and other “valuable” possessions from their parents. I am guilty of this need to want to pass on something I feel has value simply because when I purchased it the price was huge to me. It happened when I bought my dining-room set 23 years ago. I thought: “One day I’ll pass this on to one of my sons.” As it turns out younger people simply cannot stomach our possessions but house them in their living spaces out of obligation not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings. They would much rather experiment with their own visual tastes and leave history and their parents furniture at the curb. I recall older relatives trying to push “old” stuff on me in my 20’s and I had zero interest in their hammy-downs, cast-offs and rejects. Why is it we do to our kids what our parents did to us and don’t think anything of it. Yikes! (Now that’s the kind of history I’m talking about that I like to work on; the historical facts of my life.)
So what does all of this have to do with my crafty angel tree ornaments? Since a lot of what I do in art is about up-cycling or repurposing I couldn’t bare to throw away a 20 + year old card without giving it a second life. In an effort to finally complete all Christmas crafting projects accumulated year after year, not returning them back into darkness of my over-stuffed drawer, this year I have set a goal to get them all completed, once and for all.
In my vulnerability I share my “vintage”, to me, angel tree ornaments with you here on my blog. This time I am not running in the other direction. I am not hiding my little angels under a rock. I am sharing them with you and out in to the world they go with my blessing, but to be completely honest with you - they kind of freak me out! Tell me, would these be considered “vintage”?