It started with a sachet from a pastry shop. The motif caught my eye, but the truth of the matter was “not quite right”. While one can often find pleasure in eating good food, it is not really an inexhaustible source of Happiness.
I wondered if I could find the letters for the word love (amour) in “gourmandise” since that is the true source of real happiness. Yes, I did. Then I filled the holes with hearts. I also had a bit of a donut box I brought back from the States; “share jelly donuts” had tickled me right away. This orange must be an international choice of colour for gourmandise.
This reminds me of the work to be done on oneself, changing so as to be loving and thus transforming the world. I modified the word “compostable” to read” réalisable” because it is entirely possible.
A touch of Le Rustique, an orange one that comes with Muenster cheese. Hmmm, Muenster with jelly donuts, how would that be?
I have been having fun with mixed media lately, often inspired by LorriMarie Jenkins.
Recently I attended a three-day workshop on lino-cutting for printmaking. Yet again a necessity to think backwards as with this technique one carves out the whites.
We began by testing ourselves on some small leftover bits so as to get used to manipulating the tools without injuring ourselves and to see what would happen with our designs when printed.
For our main projects, we first drew on newsprint paper, then traced with tracing paper, then turned that over and using carbon paper, transferred it to the linoleum.
The second day I spent carving. Yes, the whole day. This piece of linoleum is A3 size.
The third day, we played with printing. We had many types of paper at our disposal and also several colours of ink. I mixed some green. Some turned out better than others. Sometimes I more or less missed the paper.
When I got home, I spread them all out to dry on an old duvet cover in the living room.
All of the participants exchanged a print of their work at the end. These are what the others did:
The next batch of five:
My original idea for this prompt was “ashes protect baby salads” but I did not spread the ashes and my baby salads disappeared. Needed another idea… Ash, bash, cash, dash… Dasher… He threw up the sash…
In spite of the illegibility, I am pretty sure it’s a schizostylis.