Thursday, February 07, 2008
I'm switching platforms. Moving on up to Wordpress. I will copy and paste all of this blog to the new one eventually, a little at a time. But the comments won't be easy. So I've decided to just quit doing duplicate posts and go cold turkey.
Please note that the new blog has a feed (I hope that's not a mistake...) and visit me here when you can.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Heard the pitter patter of footsteps across the floor, saw a rat the size of a cat running thru the room ... then I woke up and realized this floor is carpeted.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
This was about the third attempt at making glue paper or paper fabric or fabric paper - whatever you call it. Technique has been around for years, in a lot of books and magazines; I just never tried it. Don't know what I'm going to do with it next. It's fairly flexible. I was thinking about covering a small box.
Protect your worktable with freezer paper, shiny side up. Lay on a layer of scrim - mine was already a lavendar. Next I squirted on a wiggly line of very diluted Elmer's white glue and with a nasty old brush I spread that around on the fabric. Some wrinkles formed. I left them there. Dropped some space dyed cotton yarn here and there. Misted a bit of water on those. Crinkled up a piece of white tissue paper and sort of flattened it out again and laid that on top of the yarn. Sqiggled on more diluted glue and brushed that on. Nasty brush caught and tore the tissue a bit. Left it. Squirted on some Lumiere (russet), misted with more water and brushed that around some, more tearing. Left it to dry for 20 hours or so. Peeled it up off the freezer paper. Scanned it over a piece of red cardstock.
I have a lot of this scrim. I have a lot of tissue. I have a lot of yarn. I could turn this out plenty fast if I get a finished product idea firmed up....
He bought a jar of low-fat mayonaise. I feel a little dizzy, maybe I'm just dreaming this.
Monday, February 04, 2008
The colors are posted for the February TIF challenge. Blues, charcoal, beige and ochre/rust. The concept is an early childhood memory.
I am thinking of many things. I can remember being dressed while I was pretending to be asleep while on the red vinyl banquets somewhere. I think they were in our living room. My sister pointed out uncharitably that I was pretending to be asleep.
There is another rather scarey memory of being on the floor of the shower in that first house next door to my grandmother's. The shower was the right color of gray. Not sure I want to interpret that memory, though.
Another memory of being short enough to walk under the dining room table and see everyone's knees. My aunt bends down to talk to me about the dolly I am carrying and asks her name. I answer but she can't understand what I am saying and asks again. I repeat and then she says, "Charlotte is a pretty name!" The doll's name was not Charlotte, I remember being disappointed she couldn't understand me. Her name was Charlemagne. She was one of those cloth bodied dolls with molded head, arms and legs. She had wildly tangled hair and she said, "Mmmmaaaa!" when you tipped her over and back up again.
Fun memory of me small enough to be bathing in the sink in the kitchen. Looking out the window to the busy road in front of our little house. Each room was built from scratch by my grandfather and added to the first part. I remember my favorite dinner when I was a kid. Mom would panfry ground beef and sliced potatoes. Then she'd make a gravy for the beef and serve it over the potatoes. I prefered the crunchiest bits the best ... potato chips were available in bags but my family sure didn't buy them.
Maybe I should do some sketching.