Green is my favourite. Green is calm and vibrant and soothing. It reminds me of the feeling I used to have swimming in the rivers of my childhood, the freedom and the peace of it, the happy privilege of just being alive. If contentment had a colour, I think it would be green.
Oh lord, March already. Lordy, lord, lord. What have I been doing during my unexplained and inexplicable absence these last few weeks? Nothing. Seriously and hand-on-heart-edly, absolutely nothing. It felt like I was bowling along just fine and dandy, being all productive and shiny happy, and Wham! Bash! Kapow! Everything just slammed to a stop. This (usually) means I am taking a wrong turn somewhere in my life and my mind and body shut down until I fix it. This is mildly useful and invariably humiliating. Anyway. Course corrected! Onward!
Also, hey there, how are things with you?
Tomorrow: a colour for March. March needs a colour.
I keep going to put all my materials away, and keep making just one more. The thing (a thing) about collage is that it can take as long or as short as you like, use as many or as few materials as you have, and adjust to whatever your current skill level is. The other thing (another thing) is that very few people show their processes. The tutorials I found didn't suit the type of collage I am attracted to, so I took a few pics of my process this morning to document what I do. For what it's worth. Which isn't much.
The basics for collage are paper and glue and a background to put them on. Here I've used the back of a muesli packet I was just about to put in the recycling before I thoroughly distracted myself from any and all household chores. Because it is just cardboard, I used a glue stick for the paper. If you want to use something like gel medium or liquid glue, you'll need a stronger background to stop it drying warped. Ask me how I know. Paper doesn't like to get wet. Them's just the facts.
You can gesso to build a stronger base, especially if you're using paint, but I didn't this time. I just used a small amount of white acrylic to blur the background (which was a page ripped out of an old and not very good book. I don't mind ripping up books when they are old and not very good). Usually I use my fingers, but usually I also get paint over the wall and floor and my clothes and the pet cat, if I had a pet cat.
You can use anything that'll stick. This one was mostly leftover bits I happened to have lying around, plus a gratuitous cupcake wrapper. I did use a used tea-bag, gross, Pinterest made me do it. I washed the tea-leaves out first, promise.
I was going to look up nice lovely words in a nice new page of my nice old and not very good book, but I forced myself to use the three lines left over from the one page I had already used. My usual process is to just cut out a few dozen phrases and play around with them, so it was a good challenge to limit myself to so few.
I also originally glued on a few words from this discarded yarn wrapping, but I didn't like it.
So I painted over it. I had planned to use white paint but also had some black handy and my impulse fairy, who is alert to opportunity at all times, quickly chose the black before I had a chance to think about it. She's not interested in what looks best, I can't even tell you what she's interested in, all I know is she can be every bit as much miss as she is hit.
Lucky in this case it was hit. The black worked much better.
And voila. I stopped there because I most often keep going until everything is ruined, and unlike my paintings I never get through the other side and unruin them again. I like it just like this, simple as it is.
The point of them? I can't tell you. But they look good in a big white box frame, which is point enough for me.
It'll be nice when I figure out what is going wrong with these collages. I'm finding good poems (they gather in silence) but I'm missing something on the process. This one was okay until it dried all crinkly and warped EVEN THOUGH I GESSOED IT THOROUGHLY JUST SAYING. It's harshing my mellow.
This is one I prepared earlier. I'd be happy to light that fire, if you like.
Some days it works, some days, it doesn't works. If I had just left it be with my first effort, my first instincts, it would have all ended in sunshine and roses, but, as usual, I didn't. I mucked around. I mucked things up. This could be every art related blog post I write.
At least I had tea to drink and pretty colours to play with.
These are the four I ended up with; four more landed in the rubbish bin. I don't know what I think about them yet, except that I really do think bones should lead everyone home.
Eilidh hates it when I say yolo swag. She hates it with a deep and abiding disappear-down-a-hole-or-die teenage passion. So I say it a lot.
I'm (slowly, very slowly) becoming one of those bloggers that sell things. I had some cards arrive in the post this week, they're not perfect, there are some things that can be improved, but it was such a good feeling to see them In Real Life. Nathan came home from school and spotted them the minute he walked in the door and his face just lit up. Oh, I love those!, he said, and my three children gathered around the bench while I showed them each one, and they all applauded, and man I have the best kids.
I love making people feel a bit lighter, a bit less weighed down, a bit more like they can take one more step forward after all. I'm not very good at it, I'm a bit earnest and clumsy, with a tendency to hide away in my cosy dark hole, but I've found that my dumb-ass drawings (it's my affectionate name for them, me and my dumb-ass drawings are good with it) with their childish simplicity and nonsensical words have a good chance to at least make people half-smile for a second. It's a start.
Part of me resists it, the part that wants recognition for being Very Adult and Clever, but honestly she's a bit of a bore. I have some ideas on how I can accommodate her wishes into this wee enterprise, but more on that another day.
I only ordered 25 cards, because I was afraid of over-committing too much money at once, but it became clear within a few minutes of the top picture hitting FaceBook that I didn't have nearly enough to cover even most of the first few takers. D'oh. Perhaps that what I should get Ms Very Adult and Clever to organise, also which way is best to actually offer them for sale (craft websites? Own website? Door-to-door sales?). Turns out, people want to know how to actually get their hands on them. The funnies.
I'll show you them all in full when I've got that last part sorted out.
Oh goodness, it's February already and I didn't know, I'm not even finished with January yet, I am not even finished with red yet, and what's more I have a very busy week ahead so I can't pop in here much for a little while and fix all those loose strings lying around all over the place.
But never mind! Because I have this celestial rose of glorious destiny, and if you listen very carefully, if you believe very hard, it will whisper something very important in your ear. Good luck!
The good news about crocheting granny squares is that they are quick to do. The bad news is I need hundreds and hundreds. The good news is that it's summer and I'm not in a hurry. The bad news is I'm crocheting in summer. The good news is that they look very pretty all piled up in rows. The bad news is that this is useless information. The good news is I made some red ones. The bad news is I got bored and made lots of other colour ones too. The good news is that this is good news.
In my opinion, the most ordinary things, the most common and familiar, if we could see them in their true light, would turn out to be the grandest miracles ... and the most marvelous examples. ~ Michel de Montaigne