Wednesday, March 24, 2010
My little studio is way too crowded. But at least there's a view.
I started my day by sorting piles, filling bags to donate, sell or give away.
The brushes live side by side with the scissors and iron. The paints are under the table, with the interfacing and Mistyfuse.
Today I painted for an hour before leaving to teach. I worked from an old photo of my aunt. She died in childbirth:This week we're working in pure chroma, an uncomfortable but exciting place, so I asked myself what color placement did to the image,while I get used to the feel of the brush in my hand.
If I lived alone I would eat cereal and go right back to work now. I have ideas: text and texture. So much to try, so much to learn.