Posts Tagged ‘mixed media’

The Value of Gray

June 8, 2016

I’ve been known to binge on color. Mostly I binge on pink or purple, but a while ago I fell for gray. After accumulating a stack I could never get through alone, I packaged some of it and gave it to the Progressive Party to make backgrounds for me. Here are some of the pieces they made.

Three backgrounds, waiting for embellishment

Three backgrounds, waiting for embellishment

I asked for something I could use for applique, beading, embroidery – any kind of embellishment. Here is a piece that will push my design skills to come up with something worthy.

I like this just as it is, but my bead box is overflowing, so embellished it will be

I like this just as it is, but my bead box is overflowing, so embellished it will be

Luckily, I met a writer and painter recently whose work has given me a few ideas. Harry Freiermuth wrote and illustrated Lo! Jacaranda, the story of a gypsy woman who escapes the Spanish Inquisition and ends up in colonial California.

Harry's book

Harry’s book

Harry is a much better painter than I am, but I’m thinking I could try mixed media techniques to evoke the feeling of being at the coast on a foggy, misty day.

Harry's paintings

Harry’s paintings

Perhaps I’ll take a field trip to Ocean Beach in San Francisco for additional inspiration, with appropriate side trips for chocolate.

Luck and wisdom!

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Mixed Mayhem

July 1, 2015

I always knew there was a reason Meg Hanlon and I are friends. She was my first friend in my third high school, and the first person to write about her own act of vandalism with flamingos.

Meg and her dog

Meg and her dog

She and her youngest sister put a pair of flamingos on their front yard while their parents were out of town. “It was hysterical. Dad blamed Aunt J and we never told him any different.” Ah, yes, the mayhem of youth. Well played, Meg, well played.

Beads on parade

Beads on parade

No flamingo projects came to mind this week, but I did manage to finish a mixed media project. I kept the brown beads on the same string on which they came. I still can’t tell if they’re flowers or octopi. I don’t think it matters. The other pieces were within reach on the craft table, and promised me they would play nice together.

Luck and wisdom!