Archive | September 2018

Mixed Media Piece

 

A piece of cardboard with a coat of gesso. It was an old piece that had some glue on it.

 

Acrylic turquoise mixed with blue and some yellow.

 

Assembling elements from supermarket ads and Ikea catalogue and something I saved from a Coulommier cheese.  🙂

 

I could only find half of a potted plant so I created the other half of it with modelling paste.

 

Painted the plant and dabbed on some white acrylic where the blue was showing through the tablecloth too much. Toned down the white paper of the texts with watered down acrylic.

 

Poured glue on, spread with spalter, then applied tissue paper. Smoothed it somewhat, but the paper is fragile and tears if messed with too much. Waited for it to dry.

 

 

Glued the tissue paper edges to the back. Used some Caran d’Ache watercolour crayons to intensify the blue, define some shapes and shadows. Added a bit of gold acrylic.

 

Home in Harmony

29cm square

 

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Signs of Change

Signs of the change in season are becoming apparent, cooler mornings, gold-tinged leaves spread over hillsides, falling apples.

The first apples to fall are usually wormy ones.  They won’t keep.  I gathered a basketful of them and decided to cook them down into applesauce.  Cinnamon, cardamom and star anise will spice it up a bit.

It took me quite a while to get to the bottom of the basket.  It made me think about penitence, removing the wormy parts of my heart.  I will never get to the bottom of that basket (are you thinking, yes, she is a basket case?), but patience and perseverance count the most.

 

“Is there any creature, whose bones lie in the grave in the hope of My Mercy, worth praying to?  Apart from Mary, pregnant with the son, the woman sinner who also defied Me, but who made herself undergo great pain scraping the stains off her flesh, extracting the doubts from her heart, in order to be born again in purity, that woman who was weaker than anyone else.  Apart from her, who joined the spirits that stand in front of My Throne, among the golden luminaries, no creature is to be prayed to.”

RA 12/11-13

 

We can change if we choose to do so, a continuous task of rubbing, sanding, scrubbing, but oh so worth it.  Only if a certain number of people decide to do so can we avert the disaster the human race is on its way to becoming.

 

 

Then I went outside and refilled the basket.

 

RA = The Revelation of Arès