Bedtime can be difficult for parents with small children, but our child is especially skilled at bedtime postponement tactics. Yes, I am bragging. Some parents brag about Harvard. I brag about my child’s ability to outwit her parents. It takes a special talent to be this good at postponing bedtime. A very special talent!
At first Tiny-Small engaged in the usual behaviors. She needed a drink of…
Jim, my husband, had been talking about some article he happened to read in a magazine that included a segment on not only Lady Gaga, but Katy Perry as well. He was at a loss. What songs do these women sing? Who are these people? Should I know more about them?
Lady Gaga and Katy Perry look-a-likes and wanna-be’s.
Being the second rate pop culture enthusiast that I am, I explained that Lady Gaga…
There I was, parked in the shade of a tree at a park in Deming, New Mexico, painting flowers on watercolor paper, when a big, white, windowless van drove into the parking lot. It drove slowly. Too slowly. It almost seemed to stop as it drove past my car. The van pulled into a parking spot at the other end of the parking lot. Nobody got out.
My first thought was serial killer. Because I am crazy.…
The other day I was complaining about how the Internet was driving me crazy over the latest controversial topic. I mean, this happens all the time. People will fight over anything! Anyway, once in a while it sort of gets me down. All of the suicide posts were kind of putting me into a funk after Robin Williams took his own life and I was moping around the house and really wanted to turn the…
Our weekends are starting to get packed with craft making. Tiny-Small likes to make presents for the holidays and we are starting earlier than usual this year. I think that is a good thing. We recently made clothes pin mermaids. If you’d like to make some too visit Red Ted Art because that is where we got the idea and the directions to make them.
Making fabulous mermaid tails.
Tiny-Small had a…
It’s been 5 months since I had my miscarriage. Surprisingly, I have found myself laughing again. It takes some serious dark humor to laugh in the face of miscarriage. I possess that streak of dark humor. It runs through my veins. It’s part of my genetic code. It’s how I survive.
If you can’t find humor in bad things or if you can’t find humor in the absurdity of miscarriage because it’s too new…
Sometimes I suffer from myopia. I see the details and miss the big picture. That can happen with painting sometimes. That is how I painted a boring painting the other day.
I have a friend with a gorgeous English cottage style garden. She even has a white picket fence. I have been obsessed with it lately. Her morning glories are tangled all over the fence and it looks so beautiful. Every time I visit her I take as many photos as I can to pad my folder with reference photos.
That fence though, it has been on my mind a lot lately. I had to paint it. So I got out the watercolors, sketched out my design and dived in with the paint. I didn’t spend much time thinking about composition. I just wanted to paint!
Unfortunately I ended up with this kind of blah looking painting. Maybe I could add a few more flower blossoms to fix it up. I’m not sure. I probably won’t ever get around to it because the urge is gone.
I live by the saying “waste not want not” so I’ll find some other ways to get some mileage out of this painting. I thought you might like to know what I do with my mediocre paintings so I made a list.
How to recycle a boring watercolor painting:
1. Us it as a background to style a photo for another work of art you have created. I used the leaves to photograph this alcohol ink necklace I created to make a fun photo for Etsy.
2. Scan part of it in and print it to create your own scrapbook paper or paper for mixed media collage. With a photo program you can even change the colors.
3. Cut the actual original up and use it in a mixed media collage. Don’t be afraid to tear it, cut it, shred it, and then glue it down to make a nice mixed media background.
4. Use the original as a background for a mixed media piece. You could take this painting and start gluing paper right on top of it (or draw right over it) and turn it into something completely different.
5. Use it to test out paint colors or paint combinations. After mixing paint I sometimes like to test it on the paper I am using to see if the color is what I intended it to be. With all of the white space in this one it would be easy to do that. Or I could test out which colors go well with the green I used. After doing that for a while you can start all over again with number one up above!
Sometimes it is also a good idea to just put the painting a way for a while. You might feel better about it later when you see it with fresh eyes. I am pretty sure that is not going to be the case with this one. The flower blossoms are practically off the page and those big, white, slightly crooked fence posts are not making my heart skip a beat. I’m pretty sure this one is on it’s way to the recycling pile.
I’ll let you know how it all turns out…or more specifically what it all turns into.How To Recycle a Boring Watercolor Painting Sometimes I suffer from myopia. I see the details and miss the big picture. That can happen with painting sometimes.
Now that Tiny-Small has become an official preschool student I get to ask her the inevitable question: What did you do at school today? It’s a terrible question. I know. I just can’t resist asking. It’s a classic. I’m pretty sure I read somewhere that you aren’t supposed to ask kids that question anymore. All of the child psychologists agree that asking this question is a guaruantee that your…
Last January when I accepted the challenge to paint 30 paintings in 30 days I completed the challenge with more than 30 paintings finished. This time around I did not manage to finish all 30 paintings in 30 days, but I did learn some valuable insights about the painting process.
Daisy By The River 9×12 alcohol ink on yupo paper. Day 30!
What I learned by not painting 30 paintings in 30 days:
There is a couch in my front yard and as if that is not bad enough it is raining. My husband is laughing as I lament our slow decline into what my elders used to delicately refer to as “white trash.”
The only thing worse than a couch on your porch is one on your lawn. When the neighbors drive by and slow down a bit to stare I cringe. A little piece of my dignity dies. This is a humiliation I can…