I’m not actually doing any sewing today, I just like alliteration. And I used to sew using purchased McCalls and Simplicity patterns, and I found this hilariously funny. I don’t know, blame it on lack of sleep. Or how strange these outfits are.
I’m not even kidding, we used to wear those bloomer type get ups in gym in high school.
Be thankful those went the way of the dinosaur, and have a fun weekend.
One thing you can say for sure about this kind of art is that it would be hard to duplicate. Impossible to do the same thing twice.
I love these colours, how the green compliments the deep purple, the layers and the depth and all the weird things you can see if you stare at it long enough. There was no plan. The process is much like my writing. Start somewhere and off you go and who knows where it might all end up.
My gawd I just described my life.
Hope you are having a perfectly delightful Saturday!
Here are some serious Saturday morning doodles. Inspiration comes from Jill at Jill’s Art Journal (My Head In The Clouds Part 1 and Part 2).
Started off last night with random watercolours on watercolour paper, a few ink spritzes, some salt, some alcohol….(on the paper, not consumed). Although consumed might have added something. I find wetting the paper on both sides keeps it from curling as it dries. But drying time is no doubt longer. Overnight works well.
This morning I sat down to doodle some space creatures and maps of imaginary continents.
And finally, because I don’t know when to stop, I tried out my new ink stamps on the boring blank bits and added a purple gelato border.
I had a job once as a receptionist at a woodworking place where I answered the phone and wrote up orders, processed time cards and looked after payroll. The other 95% of my time was spent doodling. It was either doodle or die of boredom. Anyway, I’d forgotten how easily amused I can be by my own ink scribbles on paper.
Just like Jill promised, this was fun! Why is being lost in the moment doing something relatively unimportant so damned much fun? One of life’s mysteries I guess. Have a doodle happy day.
This is what happens when you change your mind sixteen times before, during, and after breakfast. And a few more times after lunch. Glad I don’t have to peel the layers off this one. I watched a lot of YouTube mixed media instructional videos yesterday and apparently decided to try all of them out at once.
Hope you’re having a great Saturday! And that this didn’t give you a migraine! Next up – aiming for a focal point.
Dad was never much of a hockey fan, although he liked to comment on Foster Hewitt’s play by play when the rest of us were glued to the tv on a Saturday night, cheering for the Maple Leafs on Hockey Night in Canada.
“What number is that fellow, Abandon?” he asked us once.
“Everybody is always skating down the ice with Reckless Abandon, if you can believe that announcer, and I don’t know, I’m wondering if maybe he has a younger brother at home called Wild.”
We stopped arguing which favourite player was better, Frank Mahovlich or Davey Keon, to laugh at the idea of the Abandon brothers making all the assists.
But then “He shoots…he SCORES!!” popped it right out of our heads.
Five Sentence Fiction – Abandon
Snow is gently falling this morning and if there is any wind at all, it is gentle too.
My Saturday morning house is quiet and the January light reflects off the gently rotating hangy-things dangling across the kitchen window.
Yes, there does appear to be a photo in this slide show which doesn’t belong. It is meant to show that beauty can be found on a cluttered kitchen counter.
I am about to begin session three of my gentle stretching of miscellaneous newly awakened muscles.
There are miles to go before I sleep.
Feel free to take all of this and shape it in to an epic piece of poetry. My brain is currently tuned to the gentle setting and won’t cooperate.