Awhile ago I did an encaustic mixed media piece created with Crayola and acrylic paint. Though I liked the way it turned out I thought it might be even better toned down a bit. I decided to go back and make it less abstract. The first step was to gather all my tools.
Here are easy to acquire, household tools I used to melt wax and crayons for encaustic art. Since these are household used in encaustic painting, you will have to be careful to monitor the heat.
Small glass jar or empty aluminum tea candle
Coffee mug warmer or tea candle oil warmer
Toothpick or small scraper such as clay tools
Wax paper or Parchment paper
With those basics I was able to warm blues and greens then smooth them over the crafted canvas.
Drawing trees is soothing. I usually draw them bare. I love leaves. i like to see them up close and examine the cells. I recently learned that my sweet potato plant was holding water in the cells of the leaf because I watered too much and too late in the day. Leaves are a beautiful creation but I hardly ever draw them. I like them bare. There's something so beautifully vulnerable about a bare tree.
I love to follow the designs on bark with my finger. There's something so .... spiritual....about trees.
When it comes to art, I have a go to doodle. I think all artists have a certain something they draw in almost a self soothing kind of way. The self soothing art for me is to draw trees with the branches reaching out, twisting and breaking through the things we can't even see. Branches break through the air, they hold themselves erect when gravity tries to pull them over. I love that they take their place in the soil and let their roots reach as far and deep as they desire.
I absolutely love above the ground root systems. Those are fun to follow, too. Of course I have to peak in the little crevices where moss grows. I admire spider webs and small bugs that scramble to get away from my curious fingers.
When I was a kid I was told that if a person draws a tree it usually represents them. I was told that putting a scar on the tree represents personal trauma. I never forgot that. Despite the psychological reasons for drawing trees, doing so is soothing for me.
Two trees displayed in this entry are Pay it Forward art pieces. You can find them in the Community Grabs and PIF section in my Etsy shop.
The name of this piece is called Playground. I have to say I had a blast. I started with one swirl and kept going. I found it relaxing and gentle on my mind. It took about three days before I finally said it's complete. When I did I began to pick out little hidden figures. Some parts look like a rainbow of salmon fish on the run, some parts resemble to me a swarm of rainbow-colored bees. I can even see the head of a bird. This was pure fun thus the name. ...continue reading "What Can Crayola Do?"
I was on a kick with trees. This is the 3rd of 4 trees first created with tea stains then colored in.
What I like about this tree is the way the bare white stands off the blue back drop. I also like the gradient of red, yellow and orange which is divided rather abruptly by the white bark. Tiny details can be seen here and there. There are small white flowers, tiny blades of grass, shadows, textures and depth. ...continue reading "White Tree Blue Sky"
I struggled with her. I couldn't get the composition to sing, so I put the painting up and let it rest. Nearly a month later I took it out again and saw what it needed. I needed fresh eyes and a little boost, which inadvertently came from a fun conversation on Facebook. Note in the conversation the Star Trek tones. 🙂 I will simply do a cut/paste about Joyful Garden, a painting of acrylic and sawdust on canvas sheet.
Sundrip-Lets see how DRAMATIC I can make this.
Artists log: 9/2/13 Sundrip Star Station Awake
We left the station around 9am (station bed). The air was thick with heat, my tongue had dried to jerky through the night. Water, I needed water. After re-hydrating I began to calculate the day's activities, for there is much to do. The sweeper has sat in its own dust for days, the dishes cry out for water, the plants are past watering. Yes, there is much to do today but my heart can only see the fulfillment of paint on canvas, of images beaming with color. Burnt orange will meet Chinese red and settle upon a light cream. From there a prism will burst forth into a natural symphony ringing notes that will bring the hardest of hearts to its knees. The sweeper will sit. The dishes will go undone. Art will be born.
Sundrip Star Station... Awake
A fire white butterfly with wings wide open spans 4 inches on rich earth tone colors. Wine, turquoise, gold, burnt umber and a touch of burnt orange makes the butterfly really pop off the 5 x 7 canvas board. The wings have been tipped with powder blue and edged with gold.
Texture. Texture is key to this piece. I handmade the stamps that created the texture. By layering stamps with acrylic paint I was able to get a blend of colors that's not too much and not too little.
I started this painting off with tea stains that I then painted in. I placed my reusable tea bag on the paper and left it there a few minutes. I moved it around here and there to leave spots and images. Once I was satisfied with the shapes I began to bring out the young girl who sits on top of the world.
Art title: Gentle Peace SOLD
Art by. F. Magdalene Austin
Size: 9x6 inches on heavyweight paper, art journal piece
Medium: Acrylic, ink, Indian tea, Caylon black
The little sister to the big sister says,
“I’m mom’s favorite.”
Big sister: “What? No you’re not.”
Little sister: “Sure I am, she told me just yesterday.”
Big sister: “She can’t like you too much, she made you come out here in the middle of nowhere in this blazing heat.”
Little sister: “I can’t argue with that.”
Playful, colorful and fun is two sisters laying around on a lazy day in the sun. The big sister looks so annoyed by her sibling's so-called family status and strikes to burst her bubble with a bit of reality. Family vacations, they're only fun when you cartoon them.
Painting details: High texture, high color, solid black faces, exaggerated features such as ears and eyes, large eye lashes, floral buttons, polka dots and swirling water.
We all know one, love one, a person who can't walk away from a garage sale. She'll turn the car around in the middle of the street or leap over fences to grab a cheap doodad. There we are spectators in her compulsion. Helpless to stop her we choke on the dust she leaves behind as she dives for that very special doily. Thirty-five cents, a quarter, the sound of such words makes her drool. Will she ever stop? Is there help for her? Will there ever be a Garage Sale Support Group for people addicted to other people's junk sitting on the side of the road? If there is such a group surely they can help the woman in this painting who totally lost control when the homeowner extended her sale by one day.
Title: Garage Sale Gone Wrong
Art by: F. Magdalene Austin
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