My painted interpretation of a large quilt my grandma made and stitched by hand decades ago using upcycled shirts. It’s gotten a lot of use and is showing the wear and tear that a well loved quilt will show on a long enough timeline. Still, I can’t bring myself to put it away for long. While a piece of me thinks I should keep it safe and preserved, my grandma is a practical woman that likes knowing something she made is getting good use. A sentiment I can appreciate. And so, maybe I can extend it’s life through watercolor.
Beginning 18.
Rosalie went to a party dressed as a snail. She even brought her own snacks!
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Chromatography is used in chemistry to dissolve a mixture and place it into a "mobile phase," which allows the solvent to carry it and its components up the paper. It shows the layers, exposing deeper, hidden tones and colors, something only seen when a solvent of the same polarity is used. It's odd. Life feels a bit like that, and I'm seeing the colors separate for the first time. It's all there, everything that's been hidden in the inky mess for the past however many years. And now it's smeared. Bold. Clear. But blurry. What's on me and what's on you? Where do we go from here?
This doodle is named for what it's painted on. I had a theory that Cheerio box cardboard would take well to watercolors, and I was right! This is an odd one on products, but I do have it uploaded on Redbubble, Society6, Zazzle, and Threadless. Try this link if you're curious to see: https://linktr.ee/okhismakingart
Once again playing with shapes, colours, marks, and loads of squiggly, smudgy ink lines. No pressure. Just trying to get back into splashing around with paint and seeing what emerges.
Watching three seals herd a school of fish and feast.
Drawing with my non dominant hand. https://www.instagram.com/p/CRT_iOtBlKd/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
