inside days again this past week so more time to work with and learn about some of my art materials
working with indigo and charcoal, making marks, adding water, drops of ink
the swish of a brush and the scratch of a pencil
working on a large piece of cartridge paper that after a satisfying 30 minutes of trying this and that looked like a complete mess of awful
fun to do but disappointing to look at
the next step was to turn the paper over and rip it up - that wasn't hard to do at all!
surprisingly, when I flipped the remains over, there were a few that pleased me greatly
in isolation, the marks took on a new dimension and what was overlooked before took centre stage
this one intrigued me greatly... that tangle of dark
the one below became a landscape right in front of my eyes... stormy sky, wind-swept plain with a small hill... dark shadows on the land and lightning bolts - bold cracking ones high in the sky and a delicate one, straight down to the earth
sheets of rain
the first one again, turned on it's side
and then this
making indigo watercolour paint, mulling it for ages and when all I could scrape from the plate was in a watercolour pan, I did one last spin with the muller and then stamped it on a piece of paper
little interesting things that kept me busy for a few days
3 comments:
Isolating the fragments makes it possible to see them anew, doesn't it!
Such drama created from fragments... to tear is to unleash!
Ah, I like what Christine said...to tear is to unleash. That's precisely what you've been doing.
My brain wonders what the addition of stitch would do to these pieces.
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