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.
I mentioned in the original entry that the painting is on Viva Paper towels. Let me explain; the paper towels were layered with wax then gesso and Mod Podge until I had a nice surface. ...continue reading →
I tried everything I could to photograph, scan or whatever to get this painting to show its true face. I thought because of its online presentation it might be with me awhile, not so.
Passion Flower will go to its new home and will take along with it the little girl with the funny feet called Dandelion Fields. These two paintings now have a wall of their own.
Is my dry spell over? Let us hope so. No matter what, I will keep painting and posting.
Recently I started reading more poetry blogs along with survivor blogs. I can't help myself, poetry and art blogs are addictive. I'm happy I can't be seen reading. Lol. Sometimes my hand covers my mouth in shock, something I turn off the tablet, roll to the side and cry. The worst is when I leave a comment. They're usually full of emotion, very alive! Later I'm a little embarrassed I was so emotional but that doesn't stop me from returning. Lol ...continue reading →
I saw my psychiatrist today. We talked about the suicidal feelings. She asked if I feel suicidal at the Kingdom Hall. I said no, I feel like I can make it one more day. She and my psychologist suggested I stick close to the brothers and sisters. but especially try my best to be there in person.
I know my attitude stinks. I've got to pray much more about that......
Dr. D and I are taking on an art project where I let my body speak. Often I form experiences and emotions on canvas but they're from my head. They're all but photographs of my mind at that time. The rather large therapy painting will be a painting where body expresses itself as it goes through medical changes.
Imagine not speaking the language of anyone around you. Pictures are all you've got to tell how you experience the world, the world where there is only one person, one physical being. Now that body has to try and free itself of silence so that bitterness is released. It needs to speak and I can tell and I have a feeling this assignment will be very emotional, humbling and beneficial. I think I'll have a sense of freedom. I think it'll give me relief.
I couldn't fit another image in this painting if I tried, and that's the point.
This is a snapshot of PTSD, a quick look inside my head that doesn't stop running. I do like this painting, it's not a negative piece of art, I don't mean that at all. It's just that often my head feels so full because I still haven't figured out how to get out of flight mode.
I have no filter so I see and hear everything. I'd rather have a filter so that my mind has more rest and my emotions aren't so intense, however, without one everything flows through me, including beauty.
To combine art scribbled in black ink, inked in with deep blue, crimson and yellow can be sobering. To add these art pieces as a collage over the face they affect was to show that Lupus is more than what you read on a blog. It's more than the art itself. It's not pretty. What this collage says for me is: for many, Lupus isn't written so clearly on the face.
The digital collage is made up of the following art pieces.
Bruised Reed – Redbubble
In the collage called "Like Girls Do" there is a piece of writing that says in part:
Years of laughter and chit-chat captured in cards and letters with flowers and smiley faces like girls do...... half cursive, half print promises that nothing.... under a cardboard lid with edges worn and weary of holding our secrets, the last..... "
While the original art pieces are available in my Etsy shop or via PayPal, the collage is not for use or sale. But, don't worry, I'm getting there. The writing is on the back of work in progress.
Please respect the copyright and Please respect the art's wishes.
I know what I want from this painting but who knows how long it'll take to reach the finish line.
24 x 36 on watercolor paper.
This young girl is made of ashes. She's wearing a dress made of bits and pieces of this and that. There is burlap and there are wood shavings, colored paper and ink 'spills'. In her arms she will carry a bouquet of red roses but not bright red. The young girl's hair will change slightly. You can be sure I'll pull the wolf (in the top right corner) out in more detail. He's just a cloud formed above her. At this time there is only one raven in the sky and a few solar flares in the sky. The final question is, will she be for sale? I have no idea. ...continue reading →
This small painting shows a young girl with droopy eyes and blue hanging above them. Cardinals and birds of strange feathers hold her braids like ribbons. Together in the meadow of wildflowers they find quiet solace.
Dorothy is a multi-media collage art piece on heavy card stock. The birds are hand cut and placed in her hair. The painting is 4 inches by 3 inches and has been mounted on black board.
A large sunflower mandala, a white butterfly and stone embellishments cradle the main subjects of the painting called Venture to Know. Her hair becomes the tree that reaches into a red and turquoise sky. Her face is divided into copper, wood, bark, Indiana yellow and flaming red. Deep set are the dark eyes of this figure, deep set lined in turquoise, Indian yellow and coal black. Her lips are white and cracked like the detailed crags and bare tree.
Are these scars on her face or life experiences? Are the divisions made to keep peace or to keep away? ...continue reading →
This painting is on of the very first collages I've created and thought good enough to post. The tall, elongated woman with her face divided by cream and blue stands with her eyes closed taking in everything. The secure and at peace woman stands with her feet in the stream and allows joy and wonderment into her life. There is no struggle, no working against the tide. She takes it all in and is entirely in the moment.
Her hair is adorned with flowers. Her dress is yellow at the top with two butterfly cut outs. The butterfly details also appear at the side of her skirt. The remaining cut outs are small flowers made from hand dyed coffee filter cut outs. Food coloring was used to stain the coffee filter cut outs. The painting has been sealed with a matte acrylic seal. ...continue reading →