In the midst of the big ball of good-crazy happening to us right now (so much to tell and so very soon!), I wanted to throw a new little painting your way for some weekend art happiness.
My college professor of acrylic painting encouraged us to "sketch" in watercolor, but as I was a sort of a slacker and self-proclaimed "college poor", I preferred to hit the canvass with as little plan as possible and just go for it.
Recently I've been playing around with watercolors for the first time. Here is my favorite so far:
This piece is a mix of watercolor, acrylic medium, acrylic, and ink. I also messed up and split the layers of watercolor paper somehow, so I ripped a bunch of it off and kept going. It was quite a happy mistake--the large purple-gray field in the center is the result, and I love how messy the edges turned out.
Wednesdays are 50%-off-all-clothing-day at The Salvation Army by our house, and since Dave and I choose to spend as little as possible so that we can be all artsy and musiciany, our entire wardrobes are from the thrift store.
There is one big problem: Dave hates shopping but always needs new awesome t-shirts to replace old worn-out t-shirts (after all, it is his signature style). Without Dave to try on the shirts, I end up just buying anything that looks cool (or ironic) (or hilarious) (or nerdy) no matter the shirt size--hey, at fifty cents each, why not?
Every time I go, this shopping adventure results in about four new shirts for Dave and two new shirts for Emily's Pile o' Craftin Cloth. Soon the pile became enormous.
At the time my craftin' shirt collection reached its most-gargantuan state (Late October), Felicitous Coffee & Tea was preparing to sell loads of handmade gifts for Christmas time. I wanted to reuse the shirts in a way that was massively sellable for the holidays, but that was also easy to reproduce in quantity. I came up with making fabric-covered, single-signature sketch journals. They sold very well (and still do) at the coffee shop, and Dave and I gave out quite a few for Christmas ourselves.