After the loud, scary storm finally ended, the birds came back to my yard. As they hunted around for worms, they seemed to be commenting to each other about the violence of the storm. To me it sounded a lot like they were screeching “WHAT THE HELL????”
Almost 30 years ago, I taught myself silk painting. It’s great fun, except for the fact of how unforgiving it is–make just one mistake and often the whole piece is ruined. Over the years, I’ve saved my mistakes, assuming I’d find a use for them some day. Just last week I experimented until I figured out how to work them into pieced art. What you see below is the rough, experimental version. More to come!
Well, I guess it’s really 2 things. Both money and power. And his most recent disgusting racist remarks can’t possibly be surprising. He’s just singing for his hard-core base. As long as they’re satisfied, he believes that he’ll have his dream of more, more, more money and power.
I’m fascinated by how things can completely change by just doing one thing differently. So I like to create the same design using different media. Last March I painted a little watercolor of our 30-year-old towels and wrote about how I don’t give a shit that they are stained and have holes. I still do not give a shit about the towels, and am now creating a silk painting of the same design. The silk painting needs more work–the towels don’t yet look raggedy enough.