Bird bird bird, bird is the word.
This is another mixed media practice creation with perhaps a little too much going on and a lot of tissue paper in the background. And some indifferent but colorful birds not found in nature.
I’m learning to dry things thoroughly between layers so that my cheap canvases don’t warp, and now I know why permanent ink stamp pads are necessary. It’s no fun when some lovely effect gets washed away by the next lovely effect.
And the best thing about this endeavour….it made me remember a truly awful song (and an even worse dance) from the sixties by the Trashmen. I would write out the lyrics for you, but as long as you remember the first and last lines of this post and add a few repetitions of “papa ow mow mow” you should be good to go to sing along now, and for the rest of the day, in your head.
Yeah. The sixties were something else. They do not write songs like Surfin’ Bird anymore.
Have you heard about the bird? Everybody knows that bird is the word.