That's my expensive gouache palette (the expensive paint, not the palette).
Watercolor that I can slather on thick.
* It's Friday which means my camp vacation is nearing it's end. I will post those images some time later this summer because I won't have time to scan anything when I get back BECAUSE -
we're going to Spain!
Squeal! That's right. My daughter and I are going on a mother daughter trip, just the two of us. The two other semi-little people will still be at camp and, I suppose, someone has to work, but weeeeeeee-- not me! I'll give the whole low down tomorrow, since I'm not here now anyway. Thanks for stopping by!
I've been having fun in this salvaged book. I call it different names, and inside the pages I am a mess of tangents and ellipticals and probably a few ellipses.
Recently, I've been using some of my expensive but oh so wonderful gouache (Schminke and some M Graham) Roz Stendahl recommended it and I've bought tubes (just because - so there) but really don't know nothin' bout paint so I keep just experimenting. I've realized that I can lay it on thick. Which I kinda sorta knew from reading Roz but apparently just in one box in my head and not connected to my hand or eye in any way, so finally some synapses fired and - plop - I'm laying it on thick.
That's one tangent.
I do find it amusing that although this is an old ripped apart book, I love working on this paper. It has taken a fair amount of abuse, doesn't buckle, lets me work and rework some paint and has an interesting texture. Not smooth but a little draggy.
Maybe because it's older paper. Maybe I also like the text on the page which makes it not blank.
I'm going to try to get copies of the pages unto my flicker site in a folder so I can flip through it on-line. Maybe that will be a project for this weekend during some down time. If there is some down time. I'm hoping for some down time.
I just want to take a moment and mention the stupendously good idea that Tammy at Daisy Yellow is promoting, and that is what she calls Link Love. I've added the link where she explains for herself, but the basic idea is to add a post on Friday's helping people to find new inspiring blogs. I LOVE this idea. And I have NOT participated, not because I don't think it is WONDERFUL but mostly because I am on a blog diet at the moment. I'm trying, somewhat successfully, to limit the amount of blog hopping I do, and really concentrate on DOING -either journaling or creating or well, actually cleaning up the many many piles of mess that I have generated over the last too many too hectic years of my life. So although I'm not linking with love, I do suggest you hop over to her blog and see where that leads you. Plus I have the blogs I love on my little side bar. Which I have not updated in a while mostly because I keep forgetting how to do that.
I just wanted to say that. Because I am REALLY grateful to all the ladies out there who post their creativity and allow us to share in it and have really openned up this wonderful area of expression and creativity and positive energy in my life.
I really am grateful.
And now back to the regulary scheduled program which is, my salvaged book which I am slowly slathering with random acts of artiness.
This is some paint testing. Because I am addicted to paint palettes. I can't help it, I just love love love the little squares of liquid wonder. But, sadly, I'm still a rank novice beginner when it comes to what to do with them in any organized way. But that's okay, because this book/journal is all aobut disorganization and impulse.
Here, I took one color (on each page) and just combined it with different colors to see how it mixed. On the left, I think it was cerelean blue, and the right was a yellow that I haven't really used much and don't have the tin in front of me so I can't check (I think it's some kind of Titanium gold ochre - is there such a color?).
This really is what I love about watercolor.
I really loved doing those pages, although as a whole I thought they looked sort of flat and unappealing, but when I look closely, my knees get weak.
I have kept written jouranls. But I haven't found them particularly helpful or, at times, enjoyable. I usually feel compelled to chronical my day, and really, my day is not that interesting. Maybe to some anthropolgist in some future era, but I leave all those other more illuminating journals for them.
For me, I've found keeping a visual journal much more revealing. Maybe because it lays bare my impulses and inclinations. Maybe because there are no verbal twists and wanderings. Maybe because I lack technical skill. But I find myself confronting my basic impulses. Ignore what I don't understand, and avoid what I can see I do badly.
So this journal gets at the latter directly and the former indirectly.
Instead of closing the book, shelving it, and openning it several years later, I find myself staring at a mess I make and musing... well, it's a ripped out book. I can't ruin it can I? I can't make it worse, can I? Actually, I can, but isn't that what gesso is for?
Sometimes I find myself more willing to risk on these salvaged pages. Sometimes I'm more willing to let impulse direct me.
Because why not? It's okay, I tell myself again and again. So what.
Yet another of the journals I haul around. I like this one because it is so un structured. And I mean that not only because it was ripped out of it's cover (and given a new one) but because it is my ultimate doodle book.
I like the feel of this paper and how well it absorbs the watercolor. I wouldn't want to try to do something that needed forgiveness, but for this, it's just a fun different texture. I also like dealing with the type. Covering it, surrounding it, overwriting it, coloring it, .. and sometimes even ignoring it. I thought I was going to collage more, and maybe I will in the end, but too often I grab it and a pen or travel watercolor palette and just do one thing as I sit in the car between.