I wonder how many more I could have created.
I wonder if black acrylic paint has some blue in it.
I wonder what fortune might lie in the numbers collaged here, which I chose only for their green ink and graphic qualities.
I wonder what someone outside myself might read in the tea leaves of my brushstrokes, scribbles, mark-making, and finger painting here.
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| The Air is Green and I Breathe in the Beauty of It 7 x 9"; acrylic, oil pastel, and collage on a book page abstract 2020 |
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| slightly earlier iteration of The Air (left), in a two-page spread with a companion piece that later goes floral |
6 comments:
Green! Spring! Tea leaves of brushstrokes....now that sounds like a novel waiting to happen. :)
I'll get on that novel right away.
Come to think of it, I'll get on those green leaves right away, too—the outdoor ones, not the ones on canvas!
If mixing the yellow with black makes a green then it definitely has some blue in it. The mixes are infinite. Limitations I feel give more freedom.
Limitations can be just the ticket, can't they, Carol?!
I see FUN. I see JOYful scribbles. Playful patterns. Gritty greens and BOLD black. I see Dotty :)
Thanks for reading my tea leaves, Sheila! I'll be heading to bed soon, and I'll go with a smile on my face : )
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