Sunny Wednesday here in the south-east of England.
Our Groovi Worldwide Facebook page is alive!
So many visitors, so much art!
Amazing what happens when we have a common ground
and a safe, warm meeting place, isn’t it?
Yesterday I was stencil happy, and playing
with Colour Burst water-colour powders.
I had trimmed the art just before mounting it on black,
and was just about to bin the scraps, the trimmed slivers,
when a little voice said NO NO!
There’s art in there somewhere!
So out with a sheet of A6 double-sided adhesive,
and let’s see where we end up…
One at a time, I laid the scrap slivers down
on the adhesive lengthways.
Nudged them up tight to one another,
flipped them round, so that the colours contrasted.
Just kept going until all the scraps were used up,
Trimmed the edges with a ruler with a steel inlay and a craft-knife,
then started cutting down in the other direction,
making mosaic strips.
See? They’ve all got tape on the back,
so suddenly they have gone from being offcuts and in the bin
to really interesting.
I think I’ll make myself a coaster for next to where I work,
to remind me.
2 packs (8 coasters) on special offer.
No, mosaic coaster!
Time to layer up onto another piece of paper.
Bit thick for the coaster too. Keeps popping open.
The Purple glue runner round the edge of the artwork
back and front. Slip it into the coaster at press.
Now it’s sealed!
Only one thing:
it looks too new.
I wonder what would happen if I sanded the plastic coaster,
took the shine off it and dulled it down….
That’s more like it!
Looks like it’s been around for years.
Feels lovely too.
That’s what I mean though.
It all depends how you look at a thing.
Never look at scrap as scraps.
There’s great pleasure to be found in making art out of nowt.
In the same way, I must never look at myself as over the hill or on the scrap heap either.
It’s so easy to do when the clock’s ticking,
your teeth are falling out, your derrière is spreading
and a wicked witch has nicked your legs
and given you her horrible ones.
In the words of somebody else, clearly with a similar plight,
“the day you finally get your head sorted out, your arse falls apart.”
But I have to be grateful for what I have
and enjoy my days as they roll by.
All my parts are still working,
and so what if I no longer have the body of a 25 year old?
Wouldn’t that look a bit wierd?
Who’s with me on growing old gracefully and gratefully?
And now on with the TV prep.
Love & hugs,