Playing in Nolwenn's studio! Just some acrylic paint and splashes of alcohol inks. It's really hard to stop with the alcohol inks...
Tiny art cards can be simple and low-pressure. Last week's craft fair was quite productive: I was meeting a lot of interesting people but I also had a lot of time to sit and create in front of passers by. It's hard to be clever in a stressful environment, so I took a lot of inspiration from past paintings, covers of journals that were in front of me, and whichever items people were picking up and purchasing. A lot of these new cards will look familiar to you!
ACEOs are good for experimentation and have a small footprint! Sketchbooks are the ultimate low-pressure space for experimentation, especially if they're full of copious, lightweight paper. The paper in my sketchbook is fine for drawings, but sometimes I just want to play with proper watercolour paper to get the full effect of the medium. Also, if the paintings turn out, they can be shared and sent across the world! In the meantime, I store them wrapped in collector card sleeves and placed in a ziploc baggie. It's a far cry from fat stacks of canvases which take up SO MUCH SPACE and may be damaged every time we move house (curse our professors' 4-foot-wide minimum rule of painting)!
And of course: ACEOs are much more affordable than full-sized paintings. I try to impose upon myself a strict time limit to keep the cards at $10. For us, that's the same as the two mochas we purchased on our way home from the drycleaners this afternoon! It's extremely low-risk, considering they are of the same quality materials I use for my other paintings, and often feature the same paper layering that makes them so interesting in the first place. Many stores even carry cute little frames for them.
Which is your favourite? They've finally been listed in the shop!
Checking in after a rough weekend! The dreadful headlines in the news were exhausing, as were the various actions that followed. The slight panic I felt when I realized that my car wasn't going to get me to the craft fair. The as-of-yet uncertainty of what to do about it. Piling things into boxes and taking them onto the bus. Trying to appear normal instead of the anxious pile of nerves smiling to all of the strangers (and not so strangers!) who happened by. Thanks for coming out, by the way! Knowing I'm going back to work, training and waiting for inspections, kind of sucks. But I drew a robin and a random ruffle thing in my sketchbook for no good reason, just to keep a connection going until the next thing, whatever that may be.
Milo's days are routine, with no where in particular to go and nothing in particular to do. He misses sunshine to warm him, and plant smells to take in. He pulls out his hair every fall/winter. Can't say I blame him.
I just felt like drawing a ruffle.
(What DOES a person do when their car doesn't start?)
I don't have much to offer this fraught world, but maybe this week's cute little pink goldfish with his oversized eyeball will allow a moment of relaxation. Take care of yourselves out there!
This weekend I will be at the Creative Finds Winter Market. See you there?
Getting ready to pack it all up again for this weekend's arts and crafts fair! Come chat and see some fantastic stuff in person! Get some holiday shopping done early. Side note: this year I am able to take credit cards :D
Creative Finds Market
Nov 14 & 15
10am - 4pm
6306 152 Street, Surrey, British Columbia
The autumn leaves on our street are disappearing quickly, but this ACEO isn't going to fade any time soon! "Chestnut" is available here.
Apart from sleep, I've been spending the majority of my time in an uninspiring place. We've also been slowly working towards ripping up our old floors at home, which even though we're not renters, still requires a lot of planning and getting permission. It's all very distracting and childlike. It seems like no matter how old I get, I still feel about thiiiss big.
Floors though. It's weird how important they are in our life timeline. Whether finding gold shag in old photos or finding a random scrap of linoleum tossed into a ditch, we point at it and say "HOLY COW I haven't seen that floor since I was THREE." I'm sure my decade (probably life?) of work in a greasy kitchen will have the same effect. I will probably never forget the square, brown tiles I walk across almost every single day. Especially the ones that were poorly replaced and thus not only are already cracked but continually annoy me as I try to drag 300 pounds of meat around them. That's all there will be in my visual timeline - wall to wall brown tiles, often covered in oil, sometimes covered in ants, occasionally covered in someone's blood.
You can see more pictures of this painting here.
Speaking of gold shag, I seem to have a bunch of old photos from before I was even born. Loose now. Who knew that adhesive photo albums would one day destroy a family's precious pics? Okay, probably everyone. I'm not an archivist type at all, and I can't tell if these photos weren't always sepia toned from the beginning. Anyway, I'm not sure what to do with them. Or if I should just give them to someone else since they connote sadness. I still have that box of Project Life pages...
Hello! I'm Melissa, and here you'll find some behind-the-scenes footage of an artful life. Won't you join me?