I don’t think the yellow will work for gerbera daisies but it makes for one hell of a black eyed Susan! The bottom fabric is reading as a dark grey but it’s actually the leading contender as a dark mottled blue. This will end up as a postcard eventually and the search for the right daisy yellow continues.
Turned another koi test piece into a postcard. I think I’ve found the right combination now, the high metallic blue with the larger glass beads shows up just right. I finished this edge with some Japanese Koro felting yarn but the machine flattened it more than I had intended. If I’m going to use it, it will have to be attached by hand for the effect I’m looking for.
I’m hoping that this little guy represents the beginning of a finishing binge. It may be a simple little postcard but this is the first piece of art that I’ve completed in much longer than I care to admit.
Roughly 4″x6″ he’s a thread and quilting study for a larger piece and a way to brush the dust off of my free motion skills!
Alice in the Leo Mol Forest. Trying to keep her ugly apron clean by standing on the bench.
But don’t look at her without her wig… And only in pins, not even a basting stitch in sight.
Or socks. Silly little rayon socks with lace. Never before attempted but, happily, the easiest part of the entire ensemble.
Thank Meag for letting me work with her girl.
English Paper Piecing. There was (is) a woman in London who buys two lottery tickets a week. Using this technique, each ticket will yield two very fussily cut hexagons which she attaches to the quilt that she’s been assembling for years, four tickets a week (usually). I’m fascinated by scale and her quilt already measured 4’x 10′ with no plans on stopping.
The tickets from the beginning had already softened to the crushed velvet paper texture, the colours already fading. My colours start bright, an isometric interpretation.
I believe that I mentioned a wedding cake in January, I should have the kinks worked out by then. This is my flower in its more natural habitat. Just to give a little scale, that particular cake is 10″ across, a gorgeous pale blue. My Furies weren’t happy with the flower but my student was so they can suck it.
This is the palest little barn swallow done in oil on cotton using Shiva Paintstiks (I continue to spell them Painstiks when I don’t pay attention).
They are fun. They form a skin like tomato soup across the top except you wipe it off with a paper towel instead of trying to stir it back into your bowl. The colour slicks onto the freezer paper and I get to actually apply it to the fabric with an old toothbrush. A toothbrush, I love it.
I played with acrylics again today as well. Making stamps out of foam, using my exacto blade like a precision weapon although I worry that I’m going to try to tuck it into my hair like I do pens. I used my best sushi platter as a palette and an old sugar bowl to hold my brush water.
I ran out to the garden to try to take a picture of a painting in the overcast filtered light but it began to rain and I had to hide my camera and my phone under my clothes to keep them dry while my braids dripped down the back of my neck. I love my life.
This bright little image represents the non-cake part of my day. Four cakes in 12 hours is too much for any one little human brain (GAL notwithstanding) so any activities tonight were going to have to fail the have-to-think-about-it test. No thought required or requested.
The technique is transfer printing and it uses plain old printer paper. It only works on polyester and it takes for-bloody-ever to do. Polyester melts at high temperature so the ironing required to make this thing work out has to be done at a really low heat.
I think this looks neat but if I have to be ironing for a long time, I want the hiss and the steam and that means something a little sturdier than this slippery, slide-y, creamy white softness. Why is polyester bad again? This feels lovely.