Painting has been my savior. I love painting and often think I am working on my interior life when I paint. The images in my head, the colors that surround my thoughts, the music that only I hear while i paint. This piece is just rhythmic. The imagery bounces up and down between bird and song house and sun. It is mixed media and colored pencil on gessoed canvas paper.
I had this vintage vinyl, wonderful yellow drop leaf table in the classroom above my shop in town. When i bought it, I had no use for it but I took the leap, made the purchase and figured I would find a use. The color makes me happy! It is all chrome, old chrome and it is on wheels. Awesome, I can move it around, too! The little table in front is an old telephone table from the 1940's, refinished and painted a purple orchid color. Love those rounded corners! How smart is that? No knocked shins!
Loads of colored pencils and a water jar! |
Something beginning to replace the finished piece. Can you tell I have a thing for stripes and barred patterns?
the early evening is calling to me to make a decision about what to do with the rest of my day: paint, bead, silversmith, sleep - better decide and get about it!
No comments:
Post a Comment